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poetry is best heard
with eyes closed
as the voice speaks
those chosen words,
chosen with so much care
that they evoke
the sounds of moments
long gone,
the melodies of memories
where much is lost in translation
and yet what survives
lingers on like a kiss
in the dark that you
won’t forget,
not ever,
and you’ll be left
with those bittersweet words,
some lost,
some found, like
little boxes in an attic
when moved give rise
to a column of dust
enough to make you
sneeze and shut your eyes,
reminding you, years later,
what poetry sounds like
with your eyes closed.

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