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Jan 2015
In a angry windy day,
an ordinary tree grizzled away:

- Unlucky me,
grounded to this soil
of such poverty, all it gave me
is this unattractive
dim green!


- You fed on me,
tree,

- rumbled the grounded
humus -
*but it was up to you
to lively up your green
if a green foliage
should be yours.
11.1.2015
chimaera
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chimaera
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