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Apr 1
Dead limbs revive,
adorned in verdant coats,
as sunlight pierces -
through the canopy’s parasols.
If you pause your hurried pace,
you can hear an orchestra of arboreal inhabitants.
The sky appears like an endless ocean.
Let love be your vessel;
Sail across the great expanse
On bountiful cotton fluff.
We all chase the sun.
Dom
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Dom  39/M/USA
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