To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is n — A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
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To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is no musicIs to sing where the only instrument is wordsAnd the stirring, impassioned pauses

— A.A. Patawaran, HAI[NA]KU and other poems
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