Poems from tlazovski

Changing brown to green,little sprouts started peaking,despite everything.
A lot of data,new powerful models trained,one stanza remains.
Egg
Cracks on the shell show,proteins start to unfold,transformation wrong.
Seaweed washes up,and then the weed on the shorebegins its ending.
As damp dark brown rock,turns to hot bright yellow sand.Ponder if I will.

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