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Dec 2020
She is like a thunderstom
at the height of summer,
cherished for bringing life
to a barren land,
while scorned for interfering
with the radiance of the sun.

God knows she is a world on her own,
a dance of nature
in her most primeval form
disregarding the order
and shunning the chaos.

A wonderwall.
Lucas K
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Lucas K
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   Rob Rutledge
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