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Spirits II ~ Air....Elemental Sonnet Effortless flows liquid on earth Connecting sky to sodden ground Ever filtering to adapt round The object of her melding is birth'd, To the cirrus heights goes her breath Breath of Gaia brings life from death Inhaled in beginning of times Primordial soup tinged with lime, To the molten core which feels not Refreshing oxygen nor rot That recycles her childrens souls In crust above like sandy skin Covers energy atop shoals That gulp ever deeper lungs kin. |
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