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The fish of the sea

Could I add,
When trees are cut down,
and bridges are burnt
We can sprout from the loss 
reconcile and bloom from the ashes.

no where near as good as your work. Sorry for making this about me... I have a bad habit. Peace and smiles Hervé

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Hervé Deleu

We can make poetry together...
I smile back.
 

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