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Nicola Cannon's Writings

Poem
Jan.28.2010
From the bed of the stream, Through the flow of the water, I see the blue of the sky; The glow of the sun       And the wash of a moonlit night.   Colors drift by; Sounds echo, almost familiar. Shapes, moving and hovering, Indiscernible through the water.   Like the world beyond Death, Existing there, Close to where we breathe; Our senses, dull and un-tuned Can...