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the art of handling time
handling an illusion if we
think of it to have
the impression
to immobilize it in
a moment of presence
when everything is clear by
the second we may say
.
wishful familiar
sound of water
falling
back on itself
a fountain springing
up in a middle of a lake
occupying space for
a second even less
never still
a constant being
so let it be
.
.
.
.
annamosca 
Merveilleux poème, comme toujours…
I do love the lines
“A moment of presence”
and
“a fountain springing
up in a middle of a lake”
(May because I love lakes :-)…
Thank you so much for sharing your art, your talent and your poems.
KInd regard from France
FGM
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Je vous remercie F.G.M., always a joy to find you reading my poems… bien à vous, Anna
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Beautiful
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Thank you for commenting Phen
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” Water falling back on itself ” I love it . That poem was my first smile of the morning,usually it goes to C. P. Singleton. That poem is the greatest metaphor for the life of all creatures. A split second in space, then back into itself. ” A fountain springing up in the middle of a lake. Love it
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Thank you, so glad you appreciate it and it brought a smile to your morning…
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