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Another Place

Cool shades of blue and gray pools,

Deceiving as they look like ice,

But they boil and tremble from the heat below,

Until they release their energy to the sky.

Sparkling diamonds and crystals

Fall from the heavens, forced out

From steam venting from far below.

They hit the ground and turn to water,

But for a brief moment,

they shimmer in the sun.

The pools calm me,

The geysers excite me,

and I smile.

They remind me of your eyes.

I hope you get to see them one day.

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