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Dec 2015
Splinters from earth
Are penetrating my skin
I protect and wash the earth
All day
All over

My coat, my skin
Separates earth from heaven
When the forest of mother earth
Makes its way to heaven
Without permission:

It hurts
The prompt to this poem:  originated when a poet posted a challenge with a pic prompt of beautiful clouds, from the other side, and breaking through the clouds were tall, high pine trees.  It was a remarkable pic.   The second part is somewhat metaphoric and
you can take what you wish from it.    :)    Thomas
Written by
Thomas  Texas
       ---, Pradip Chattopadhyay and Samuel Hesed
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