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| photo by C.Waterhouse |
She rises
like the ocean level
the tides are changing in her favor
This is not a wishing well
a fury she will pass on this town
as she rises from the ground
she will take with her all the vows
Sentimental is not written in the clouds
a rage was brought upon us now
houses are not homes
built upon her shores
She Rests
in a mountain place
connected to rivers and once the lakes
beneath the surface
The twirl of life wound in the wind
a creek of the trees
a spine flutter of the leaves
cries can be heard from birds to the sea.
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