The Time-drkgb
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From where do you spring?
From my mum dream?
Or from the singing swing?
Or from the waving stream?
From my imploding In?
From the exploding Sin?
From my heart, my thought,
No, no, no…. from the nought!
The wheeling wheel it is;
The kneeling feel it is!
What, what we scroll an’ wipe?
Still, per speck, it does ripe!
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9-11-2013
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From my new book The Seventh Sense to be published this year(2014) on Amazon