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The Earth Whispers

The earth whispers

in four petals of green

Not one but two clovers


I pick them both

and smile anew

caught between worlds

magic in their bloom

Familiarity comes

deja vu rustles the page

a sense of knowing


And I see it

in the hues of coral and pink

So much power in the sunset

And I wait

not knowing

what may come

But these tiny clovers

give me comfort

of hope, of love,

of the other side


I am not alone

Not here

Not there

For the spirit of the earth

is with me

Alive as am I


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