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Jun 2
a swept mind
silence kind balm

calmed
peaceful

nature speaks
with song and dance

a rattle and drum
meadow flowers spun

a spider in her web
stealth and skill

the poets tongue
a poets thrum.
Written by
nivek
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       Immortality and Traveler
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