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Sunday, 24 March 2013

Poem: "O" Mirror of heaven

"O" Mirror of heaven

Help us to comb our hair
So the earth can smile

You speak not
Your soul is quiet

You have my reflection
But not our voices

My hair is cut
The eyes are smiling

Is this what you want
Travelling lonely

Towards you 
Smiling peace 

Of rich and poor
Without a word from you

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