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Being A Tree

trembling of youth and vigor

of sky borne free

that rustles in splendor

to sit by thee

an embrace of being

a tree, am I

a leaf upon your cheek

to brush the whisper of wish

doth as tree,

I dare to seek

By Lou1216

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