falling from a darkened grey sky
splashing upon a lush green earth and
onto our skin,
liquid drops of memories
born unto a gathering far
away, motions gone through
in collectives far removed
from us.
yet they sink into our skin
as we stand, rooted to the
same earth,
our faces staring upward toward
the weeping sky.
osmosis personified,
drenched in dreams of
our sisters and brothers.
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