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Achelous
The rivers are barren,
evaporated, scorched.
I wonder how long
he longed
to be a cloud,
reflections never touching
a wide gully sky.
evaporated, scorched.
I wonder how long
he longed
to be a cloud,
reflections never touching
a wide gully sky.
Published 17th Jan 2022
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