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lucid

 
her words  

bouncing droplets  
on a cracked claypan  
 
ephemeral  
by nature  
a r t  
is her  
 
and when she visits  
the deserts  
leaves in her wake  
life  
shooting green  
 
she speaks  
life  
 
her language  
is rain  
 
 
 
 
 
 
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