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Harmony DescribedBirds, flying commas; apostrophes Write lines in the sky. Black accentuations, flocked Separate wings, feathers Grouped, passed us by In a shower of dark spots Fallen from the ground And landed in the sky. Eyes and daylight combine To mould this musical earthSolid white cloud dots Form a fragile bassline Then, water on sand, Seen as a felt melody. Andrew Hider |
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