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Thursday, January 23, 2014
Rocks and caves
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Rocks and caves
guard the spirit
of solitude
when one is
true only to oneself
and the whole world
stands still.
I am carved from that
mettle
and can hear the rocks
sing from their heart
the only true
notes of
union.
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Clascale
I am a writer, poet, translator and an art critic with an avid interest in fine art nudes. I know a few Asian and European languages.
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