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Cracks
The cracks
That disfigure
On the earth's crust
Weave a figure
A serpentine meander
with water filled
That we run to
With hearts eager
To quench thirst
The flow we see
On our knees
A perfect blue
Like crystal, clear.
The sound we hear
A hushing acapella
As we scoop
The moving dew
On our palms
But we never tell
Beneath
Woven like a tale
A perfection
By mother nature
Deep under the reflection
A lowly crack
Full of rocks
That holds the allure
© ClicheAF
That disfigure
On the earth's crust
Weave a figure
A serpentine meander
with water filled
That we run to
With hearts eager
To quench thirst
The flow we see
On our knees
A perfect blue
Like crystal, clear.
The sound we hear
A hushing acapella
As we scoop
The moving dew
On our palms
But we never tell
Beneath
Woven like a tale
A perfection
By mother nature
Deep under the reflection
A lowly crack
Full of rocks
That holds the allure
© ClicheAF
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