Beyond the Clay

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Nature's own slime,

nestled in the rocks

 

The walls of the serene riverbed

in which the water talks. 

 

It speaks of the creatures,

roving in the hydrate

 

For they know their identity

yet endlessly migrate. 

 

Nature's own slime,

nestled in the rocks

 

The walls of the serene riverbed

in which the water talks.

 

For this is the glue,

to the barrier of the sounds

 

Until one ventures in...

Then begins to hear them all around. 






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