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My mind is a rainforest morning
My mind is a rainforest morning,
and you the dew.
I shouldn't wonder
that through the lazy, humid noon
my leaves and flowers luxuriate,
only to be pummeled by a downpour,
but I do, I do.
© D.D. Elves
