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Me a speck of dust
insignificant particle
May be a believer or
may be not….
Yet here I am…,
here I am with
topaz rays of the
glorious Sun on my
malformed face.
Azure brook flowing
gently through my
blistered feet.
Fluttering of crushed
leaves, music to
mine ears.
Buzzing of bees, melody
of fallen florets.
Beats of mine unborn in
the womb of violated
Earth
May be a believer
or may be not…
Yet here I am.