10 Feb 2015
The Tree
bare to your bone
though you stand
the sky is the mirror
to your beauty
some playful girl
chased by her dad
will pick up your fallen leaf
and kiss it in joy
some aimless breeze
on a summer evening
will, while you are in slumber,
listen to your silent song
some solitary bird
weary in its flight
will make you its home
till the skies rain again
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