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Our own light, quiet as the leaf of a tree that shines patiently with the elegance of age that strange crystallised air of the centuries, melting deeper into the brightness of a shadow (This erasure poem is typed on a computer, and the other words are obscured by blocks of red, yellow and blue in the style of the Bauhaus artist Kandinsky)
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Filippo is commended in the Erasure Poetry Challenge on Young Poets Network.

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Filippo is commended in the Erasure Poetry Challenge on Young Poets Network.

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Our Light

Filippo Rossi

Our own light, quiet as the leaf of a tree that shines patiently with the elegance of age that strange crystallised air of the centuries, melting deeper into the brightness of a shadow (This erasure poem is typed on a computer, and the other words are obscured by blocks of red, yellow and blue in the style of the Bauhaus artist Kandinsky)