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The lovely earth instills her sanity,
emanates bliss, breathes belonging.

in stirring leaves & smell of moss…
in soil scent & whispering gust…

Oh, to feel apart from her is sorrow!

Forgetful soul, left without:
from life-well draw a drought that never dries!

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