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Cool and pure, while avoiding thy touch

I watched it as it moved at my moments,

Hesitated at my words.

Thrived at my will

It slipped through my open fingers.

Glistening, glittering, glowing gracefully

In the silky, swirly, sky.

It breathed with melancholy

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Dancing for those who wandered the night

Pounding and Crackling


Infiltrating the earth

Roots swelling with its innocence

The rain bringing back life

And flooding the world once again

© 2021 Victoria Sawyer

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