The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


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‘Stopping The Hours’ Paul Eluard

Big words spoken softly
Strong sun the shutters closed.
A great ship moving with the current
It’s sails sharing the wind

Mouth well made to hide
Another mouth and the pledge
To speak only with two voices
Of the secret that streaks the

The single dream of the innocent
A single murmur a single morning
And the seasons together
Coloring with snow and fire

A multitude at last united.


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