People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Inspired by the works of composer, Kian Ravaei
Water drops into a pool, from
branches recently drenched by
pouring rain. The meadow
steams in the growing sunlight.
Sweet zephyrs sway the grass
and the water plops the pool.
What mythic denizen or deity
might reside below? Dreaming
beneath an overhanging root
shadow that grows darker as
noon approaches. The sun
winding up to zenith, eventual
decline. What surprises await
us or the slumbering entity, if
drops of water cease to fall?
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