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Dec 2019
Treasures, hidden under weeping willows
Growing where the air runs wild
you may find them.
The spirit roams free.

They are like gold.

Through storms,
hustling through the winds,       surrounding me
they soften each gust.
My friends,
you may find
are a work of art.
Michelle Rose
Written by
Michelle Rose  St. Louis
(St. Louis)   
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