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We look into her dark side
Slowing down
to each raindrop sound
While looking into
each and everyone a vessel
Sadness turns into an eye
looking back at us
before it disappears
Now moonlight, a mind
takes up that very
moment vanishes
So long, she is recapturing
cloud painting, an ancient form
Brush mud puddle cleanse
Abstraction captures shimmering
and the beauty of
dark and light
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