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Speak for the Trees
tears fall from the tips of leaves,
no longer heaving but finally at peace,
no longer a place for relief,
no longer bending to the constant breeze,
no longer kept afloat meandering rivers,
no longer subject to raging fires,
no longer a victim to defeat.
tides no longer pulling at the heart,
stars no longer hovering above,
no longer tormented to be part of the world
that casts...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 2:07 am
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