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With silence the cauldron
and darkness the fire
ideas simmer
and thoughts grow seasoned
in a stew of words unspoken
waiting for the precise moment
to dish it up
and serve it hot
with no more
nor less meaning
than sunshine or music
or a sudden cool breeze
on a hot afternoon
without even knowing,
is anyone hungry?

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