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Jan 2016
Branches, on a lonely tree.
Growing, in a lonely field.
Where the green,
falls to the sea.
Into the blue,
Into the deep.

There, upon the coral floor.
Dancing,
with the changing tides.
Swaying,
going with the flow.
Forever reaching
to the light.

Branches,
underneath the moon.
Dancing
with the western winds.
Waiting for the Sun to come.
Another day
to begin.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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