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And it was at the age...Poetry arrived

In Search of me， I don't know I don't know where

it came from，from winter or a river

I don't know how or when

no，they are not voices,they were not

words，nor silence，

but from a street I was summoned

from the branches at night

abruptly from the others 

among violent fires

or retarning alone，

there I was without a face 

and it touched me

 

from the movie-「the postman」

 

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