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	<title>Comments on: Sarah Arvio, Ten from Sono</title>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<description>That&#039;s an awesome poem from Sarah Arvio. I enjoyed every line of the poem. Thank you cvillepodcast for bringing such quality cotent. 

Here are the first few lines from Sarah Arvio&#039;s Shadows

I saw some shadows moving on the wall
and heard a shuffle, as of wings or thoughts.
I rolled back the sheets and looked at the day,

a raw, blown day, white papers in the street.
Sheets were flapping in the sky of my mind,
I smelled the wet sheets, I tasted a day

I love every line of her beautiful and powerful language.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s an awesome poem from Sarah Arvio. I enjoyed every line of the poem. Thank you cvillepodcast for bringing such quality cotent. </p>
<p>Here are the first few lines from Sarah Arvio&#8217;s Shadows</p>
<p>I saw some shadows moving on the wall<br />
and heard a shuffle, as of wings or thoughts.<br />
I rolled back the sheets and looked at the day,</p>
<p>a raw, blown day, white papers in the street.<br />
Sheets were flapping in the sky of my mind,<br />
I smelled the wet sheets, I tasted a day</p>
<p>I love every line of her beautiful and powerful language.</p>
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