Words tumble down the branch guided by the stream of droplets that have collected.
Olives fruit and taste of inspiration, ripe now and full of energetic flavours.
The dew on the grass blades meditate on their surface, in total harmony immersed inside their forever quenching world.
I bottle their essence, my elixir when I need revitalisation.
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