Symphonies at dawn

Symphonies at dawn

About BUTTERFLIES OF TIME

A mass of whims and fancies A slave of the spoken word A thought in search of a sound A throbbing inside a cage of bones A red river twisting through narrow channels A sponge which absorbs all and becomes lifeless when squeezed A bag of bones, skin and water A puzzle with some ill-fitting blocks. Who are you?

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