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Listen to the trees, Hear them rustle in the breeze. They whisper to the wind, As it bristles all their leaves. 50 shades of green, Shimmer like a dream, And the trees give out a clue, That the wind is passing through. While somewhere deep inside, Ghostly figures hide. Spirits from within the wood Play with shadows as they should. The trees see you passing by, And, with a soothing sigh, Becalm your beating heart, And relax your roving eye.
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
Listen To The Wind
Trees give life to the breeze Give form to the wind And give expression to the meaning Where there’s peace there’s leaning.
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Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
Trees
My world, was overcast in many ways, dark cloudy gloomy days, scary moonless starless nights, The heart was sinking with pain. One day with lightning it poured as rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables, The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day it will offer the shadow of solace and the fruits of love to wanderers, stranded broken loners soon will turn into poetree
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
Poetree...my first shape poem
My heart beats a thousand times faster, only for the reason Of you breathing through me. And if it wasn't for you and the kiss of life onto my lips, I would have myself strangled this weak heart and left it to die. So don't ask me why it runs when you put your lips on mine. For your lips are the only thing that has kept me going through these pains.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
She asked Why my heart beats loudly while we kiss.
I asked a puzzled Moth Rather begged it, To set its wings on my skin. To rest its legs on my bones. For a much brighter light, -more than the moon- -more than a flame- Shines within.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
To a Moth drawn to light.