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About This Poem
With Without
Within a quiescent memory enchanted in light
could a loving epiphany lay at your side
With sympathy and intrusion a love he portray's
that in a tranquil moment one love might stay
Immersed in silence one poet writes
he forges on with pain and delight
he sips from the river and scoops from the vale
a symphony of words that one might feel
With, without
still
colors spill...
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