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Poig Nant
I don't like to use
Fancy words
They make me feel
Unsure Azure
Amethyst
My purple dream
Ocean calls
For me to scream
Sky cries rain
With thundered clouds
Lightning strikes
Resounding loud
Echoes Treasure
Whispered gold
Fancier words
Could not be told
So I sit quiet
Listening
As silence fills
My spirit being
Visions spread
With love in tact
A step to the side
I shall not look back
