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Serpentine river born from a spring
underground in caves
where the first human hands
bore fire from a lightning bolt
Deep in the rock there are diamonds

Rock shatters, blows to dust.
there are gems to be gathered
polished and set
into a necklace of gold
imagined
by mermaids of abyssal oceans
SerpentineSky
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