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Lava goes green with years
and the nostrils black with dust
still smell white flowers
not shy of butterflies

An archipelago of cognitive dissonance
flies up a cloud that has sun-rays
instead of raindrops
and floats away in thunder

Heartbeats as footsteps
get impatient to meet again
like bubbles rushing to soap
to be safe all together

 

 

 

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