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Sep 2018
The rain may fall
but, once fallen,
it's rain no more;
(merely) water.

The motion makes it
not ocean fractals
of just any kind;

it's movement that gives
it its name,
its energy,
its force.


I too, am rain.
Stephe Watson
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Stephe Watson
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