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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....


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Some limbs felt asleep
dormant as fossils of the Ice Age
waiting a blue flame of Love
to once again ignite the passion for
another half-life
full of zest for the Age of Turmoil
when the White Man encroach a soil
and shook the frozen waters unable to flow
amidst the core of the Earth.

We have been there...
assembled to parliament as cantankerous
without finding any truth particle beneath the Icy Desert
nor any ears of understanding was able to hear
the tweets of children with one eye blue and another red
and the hissing blinks of eyes of curious rapidly damaging
the vision for crystalline Truth naked bare naked Creature.

I heard echoes of the distant Earths echoing Your name
and the winds as wings blowing the grayed hair of mine
I felt a flock of Angels flutter over as them only
they have no resemblance or our Spirit have any measure
for Love we never kindled in our hearts that were never a figment.


Fahredin Shehu, Prishtina, Kosova


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