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Y. Misdaq

My temple is certified and affluent when denied and dented,
It fills with smoke which also clears, and settled suns which also rise.
My tears are drowning fears which slowly vapour clear on up,
Cloud is me and you and all our pain that cries to feel relieved,
Rain on earth is vapour, we are cycles, we are circles.
All the time forgetting, 'til we turn and must remember.

By Y. Misdaq
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