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Tuesday, 16 March 2010

glacier grains tumble
supposed always to sleep

melting peaks
canyons drain
expose her diamond eyes

stumble in
click to flash
it's all a radical dance


a miracle
makes her seen

Balance in nature A. Ostmann
Mar 16, 2010 7:56:57 PM
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