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An experiment in a simple "
poème concret" just to see how it will work here.
Drips - 08 Mar 15
Drip
A slow cascade
Of ancient dreams
Drip
Moving through
The gates of memory
Drip
Darkness
Eroded by light
Drip
Afternoon sunshine
Drizzles through branches
Drip
I am floating free
On
Drip
I can almost hear the drips.