Veins of Salt

Wind and stone blend,
water and wind
in a flowing
underworld. Their currents converge
in deep pools. Echoes spin there
and reflect back. Voices
gather. Along the riverbed of time,
so pliable, and primitive,
they strew their minerals; liquid suns.
They leave their veins
of salt.

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nice title! it got my attention to make me want to read it nd wen i read the title thought came to my head thinkin abvout what the poem was going to be about. 

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