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3d
I am now a natural gem,
A mix of murk and clear,
Different colors or shades.

I am now a healed piece of earth,
A patch of glow over the ashes of disease,
Diverse as I breathe in fresh air.
The water comes and brings the earth,
The earth turns to ash as the fire rolls in,
The fire's ash turns into the wind,
The wind brings the water again.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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