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[aid] => mick
[title] => Heaven, where are You?
[time] => 2019-11-03 03:33:53
[hometext] => We spend so much time looking we miss what is all around us
[bodytext] =>
Chopin, light as dawn fog,
misty as a leaping trout at birth of day,
falls with downy joy upon ears willing
to engage a beauty.
Heaven, it appears, is all around us,
springing from dewy grass,
or sleeping over the pink horizon.
Odd a life with open eyes always on the seek,
should only find heaven two thirds into my sleep.
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[informant] => invierno
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[topicname] => Lifepoems
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