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Visions
Black as night or resplendent day
Symbols in woods dark and dense
Speaking words of complex sense
Poets gather to have their say!
On wings of thought we find
Other souls are intertwined
Imaginations have their sway
Within the force that moves the mind
Shadowy voices blend beyond
In a deep and awesome way unite
Dressed in darkness and of light,
Perfumes colours sounds respond
Gathered from light's mystery
Sweet perfumes as violin strings
Corrupted rich complete the whole
Symphony of non-finite things
Transports the senses of the soul
Beryl McMullen
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