Drinking tea, hearing sounds of an awakening city — the silence of hundreds of thousands people is overwhelming- I have read your poem several times now, Cie. And that is exactly what a poem should do: catch the attention and keep it for a while, slowly revealing its multicolored meaning. How it unfolded before your mind’s eye and is unfolding again before mine, unfolding and withholding.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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