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Whisper of the Opal
born from rain and fire’s embrace
a captured storm, a veil of lace
shifting hues in liquid light
dancing secrets, dark and bright
whispers stir in hidden gleam
opal dreams in pearly streams
shadows ripple, colors wake
a silent spell the stones forsake
moonlight spills through spectral veins
soft as echoes, lost remains
a gem of stories, old and deep
where shattered rainbows softly sleep
Copyright ©
Alesia Leach
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