And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
I wonder if I know you at all
Poem by Marc Aupiais
I see you, I feel you, In my heart, and your hope! I hear you, see you, I wonder and love!
Yet as you speak, As you seek!
I wonder if, and I wonder how, I wonder if I know you! At all!
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