Inside she dreams,

Inside she is dreaming,

Wild, faithful.

Mountains run

Where their feet can’t be.

Perpetually.

Outside she hides,

Outside she is hiding

Fierce, Older,

Rivers look

Back over their shoulder.

Eventually.

Til tender-touch

Touches tender

Softens hard,

Lightens dark,

Honours their Kaleidoscope,

Unexpectedly.

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“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Surprise’