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May 2014
I am a tree, branches reaching high to feel your velvet touch.
My leaves tremble as your electric breath caresses my skin.
Your pure light dries the morning's joyful tears with slow, agonizing comfort.
A small bird seeks refuge in my heart.
Will you hear the song borne of opulent love?
Above, the cosmic tumblers click, sending reverberations through my cells.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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