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Feb 2014
Haven’t you seen trees
burst, burst out
laughing?
.
You’d just think
they’re swaying in the wind.
.
None but me knows
it’s a playful kid, buried deep,
tickling
roots gone deep..
Written by
shaji ambalath
408
   Annie Martella
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