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hadows dance on ne…ealing the eternal, the almost inexpressible, the Tao,while shadows dance on nearby sunlit walls,and moments fade like whispers in some half-remembered dream.
Paul Mulliner
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Gorgeous poem. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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