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In The Echo
 
There's something with you
In the echo
This special billow;
Like time along wrinkles
Like smoke among fingers
Like sand in the tide.
 
These thoughts levitate
Then evaporate
Onto the paper
Onto the canvas
Into the song
They dry with mystery;
Like time along wrinkles
Like smoke among fingers
Like sand in the tide.
© Zed Zee Zoltán
 
Scissors' Work
 
Silence is in two parts
As a link here departs
Falling in twain
Then moveless again
The sheet has been cut.
© Zed Zee Zoltán