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Oct 2016
To generation to generation
they have passed
the epic beauty of
Birches !

The birches
it always
brings the
green shelter
written to the name of
the God I wish to be
Sun !

The Birches
where I sit
lost and find
celestial moves
geometry and
Love !

© shanikayrs
*carved on the bark of the birch I used to climb
shanika yrs
Written by
shanika yrs  Colombo
(Colombo)   
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