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Mar 2013
The trees in mornings are the strangest.
As soon as the sun beams in the sky
and spreads its light to curtains,
they reach up for you
and long to touch your face.
The branches grow taller
and heavier
but its leaves are always gentle.
And sometimes,
we are trees
stretching our roots
to what limits us.
Princess Dawn
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Princess Dawn  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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