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They’re magic the words
Spelling a pathway within
The labyrinths pulse

Summer soft edges
Rapidly effacing now
Gaia transitions

Butterfly returns
Midwifing chrysalises
Four rainbows dancing

Chasing rainbows end
It eludes me keeps shifting
While soaking me bright

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