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Apr 4
Water meets soil,
out grows a plant.

Mortar meets brick,
a wall suddenly stands.

Hands meet clay,
to sculpt a design.

You meet me,
and create something divine.
Copyright Kayla van Zyl, April 2025 Šī¸
Written by
Kayla Eve  20/F/Australia
(20/F/Australia)   
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