love walks quietly…
it was never about words
it is about the silence
contemplation of the possible
hidden within
translation:
what are we, dust of stars, talking walking mirrors of the possible
I love all you poets because of your need to express everything
because I am nothing you make silence sing
perhaps the song you create touches and relates
so I am dust of stars quietly becoming possible…
*this perplexing world of infinite and sublime electronic pseudo miracle…
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