there’s a power that’s a shower
healing wounds
soothing pain
there’s a
force that’s a horse
carrying us on
its mane
there’s a love
that’s a glove
caressing all our
pores
from a self
that’s an elf
opening all
closed doors
with an urge that
surges
exploding buried
ore
flying us with
the birds
who were once
dinosaurs
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