Two arches met at a dot
they rose in times of doubts
together, like identical twins
then relaxed like a pair of legs
on a warm Californian beach.
they flew to the sides,
wrinkled like grandma’s skin,
shrunk like a rubber band
danced like an ant on sand
quivered like a raven’s wing.
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