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Tiempo Profundo

to my son, Tito A handful of sand in the angel's palm, how often you strummed and sifted the metaphor of Long Beach (since you were four and rolled and unrolled and jotted down the specks of time as if you knew what was behind the flimsy skies that threw your quantum song asunder).

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Date: 11/2/2019 7:07:00 AM
WE always remember these memories with our children... lovely poem... welcome to the soup..
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/11/2019 5:02:00 AM
Thank you Silent One!
Date: 11/1/2019 12:29:00 AM
I have been there. This is beautiful. Ann
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/1/2019 4:12:00 AM
Our hearts converge in the currents of this river, this river runs deep, as we both know, Ann. Thank you for your read and comment. It means a lot to me. Roxane
Date: 10/31/2019 12:20:00 PM
I like the writing style...
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 10/31/2019 1:56:00 PM
Thank you, Arturo! I write mainly in Spanish, but have a few poems - here and there - in the equally rich and beautiful English language. Your comment is encouraging. Roxane
Date: 10/31/2019 11:30:00 AM
Very nicely done. This has a soft and somber feel to it. I really enjoyed this.
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 10/31/2019 2:02:00 PM
I'm glad Tiempo Profundo transmitted to you what is in my heart, Chris. Thank you for your synchronizing words. Roxane