Picture by Magali Villeneuve
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Cast shimmerings of spring, so quick to dim,
On a morning as ordinary as
Those miracles we witness verbatim,
Step by step, beat by beat, and all that jazz.
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See, nature loves to play, hide and seek. Them
Creatures of the deep crop up, love and vanish;
A love so clear, without the need to gem
Its crown; with no desire to hold nor t’ banish.
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On soft tip-tapping millimetric feet,
Through canyon fingers, household desert plains;
Along the loom of its playground, a neat
Yet elusive figure wobbling remains.
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See, spiders are nothing like you and me,
Yet there is no rule t’ what a friend can be.
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Herons
Sunshower 