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Poetics and philosophy.

Darkness and silence

Pz-avatarby P.T.E17 Dec 2014

At the morning purple high hint; birds wake up first. Phrases are born somewhere between voice of birds and light. When cold and moist transforms morning dew; poems come to existence from night and its silence. In autumn where the cold from space crystallizes asphalt, birthing autumns surface. From all that, I have tried to find light, glowing inner circle to my life. To lift deaths twilight away from my shoulders. Silence need noises, darkness needs light. Emptiness fills up with Poetry.