Saturday, April 7, 2012



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Iceberg shows more.
More of what does not melt.
What melts lies inside,
deep within,
as it melts slowly
weeping in despair.
In its own private moment
it melts,very privately.
No sound, no words.
Nothing. Blue world and
many more icebergs
are all that is around.

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