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dancing to be flowers (Free verse) by richa
As the light begins to creep over,
The cracked rim of a mountain
And the slow hail of bark
Beats a clock
All the sentients come to
Among the bit part percussions
And recognise the day from
Many similar
Watching as the sun flatters
Its reflection in rivers
And on blonde buttercups
Turned away from the graves
Not honoured just weathered
Slow in the long time
Just facing the wide sky
And dancing to be flowers
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