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Robin, butterfly, chaffinch calls
wisteria climbs on ancient walls,
magnolia, daffodil, snowdrop scramble
carrion crows parade and amble,
in the garden near the maze
early spring brings warmer days
 5d heidi
Liana
I want to hug a tree
But my backyard
doesn't have one anymore
My old house that my father kicked me out of and is now destroying had a tree. I need a hug, and there was supposed to be a tree in my backyard and there wasn't. For some reason this broke me. I am currently sitting in my backyard crying.

I want my tree...
Rough wind on my lips
but no words will stay
I think my poem blew away
 Mar 26 heidi
Lalit Kumar
Once, you bloomed with reckless grace,
soft petals blushing in love’s embrace.
The wind would sigh your fragrant name,
as morning light adorned your frame.

Held in hands that trembled sweet,
pressed to lips where longing meets.
A whispered promise, a fleeting vow,
yet time has traced you different now.

Your crimson fades, your petals fall,
but love once touched you—that is all.
For though you wilt in golden dusk,
you lived, you loved, and that’s enough.
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