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Everything is a piece
in this wilderness
of something.
Dried to the bone
all life squeezed out
I find a kindred soul
in this rough-hewn
unknown nameless
god-forsaken rock
that minds nothing
but allows soil to gather
for the grass to grow.
Fade it may into pale
yellow but will turn
anew into a vibrant green
when clouds gather
to celebrate life.
I know in my bones
life still flows in my veins.
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