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winter
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Friday, December 28, 2007
Winter Sarabande
Strewn across his vision
are fragments of hues
and luminance; souvenirs
of the moments of a year.
White pale light conducts
fragments of remembrance,
matching chroma and senses
like a kiss telling a truth.
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