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In the Dreaming, where all the place is yet unformed, the most beautiful creature stirs below and comes up to land. And as she moves, the mountains form, And as she rests, she calls out life to join her by the water. And when she moves again, across the skies, you can know her colors.
Lee Ameka
David Rudder
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Stunning, Lee. Loved it :)
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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