Philippe Beck Poems

In the country of Constant Night
sky is a black sheet
and world a bed.
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Evening makes a fire.
Day fades. Gone melancholy.
Man and woman weave
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Little girl in red is loved by people
who see her.
Fiery velvet is a family
gift.
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In winter, flakes come down
like the feathers
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Winter comes down from the snow.
Mass of ancient snow.
Slowly warmed up.
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