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23h
Gossamer light drapes through slender branches
Budding fingertips grasping for the morning sun
Offering the memory of spring

When the birds return
They will nest in its open palms
When the leaves return
and fill the gnarled hands with color

And when they sing their songs
which ripple delicately on the morning air
laden with the sweet breath of honeysuckle
It will carry your name
Written by
Josh Shartzer
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