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Often hidden, indispensable.
My up, down, left, and right.
Before I speak I remain a mystery.
As small as I am, I feel big.
My life without white.
Blown far, the grain of field, fallen.
Those most fortunate, with water play.
For all the world to see.
It seems you do not know me.
Between each slender light, the spill of softened air.
Grow long, the juice of life.
Cooking for loved ones.
I open my eyes, and there, I see my home.
The promice of all that lives.
I discover who I am.
The tears of heaven fall.
The earth's grit and sand, shaped for shade and sun.
Maintaining balance.
The silence spreads.
I am made for play.
A Child's dream.
Over the hill and far away.
Into your distance I play.
Through the eye of a needle.
Future's hope.
In winter's grip.
A one line four word poem.
Twice shy.
The ring of sudden spin.
Once a life becomes.
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