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Sunday, March 11, 2007
The Cicada
I shall And shall never Understand the cicada.
Their voice becomes the night And the night becomes their silence And their silence becomes the land.
I love the poem; for me,the sound of Cicada remind me of being a young child in Africa; it is very comforting.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you like it, Michel. Thank you!
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