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Wrath of Trees

Wrath of Trees

The smell of fresh trees
Is hastily taking me
To where no one sees
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Possible to feel
The presence that’s lingering
Living in the trees
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My chest rises up
With a gasping breath of wind
A gift from above
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A mighty presence
Stood your ground for many years
Fallen down, entwined
Succumbed to fungi
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Pushing air and leaves
Sweet and sour decaying trees
Stench uplifts my mood
Startling, not rude
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Sending my spirit
To a place it now calls home
Oh sweet and sour trees
You'll live on through me
And I'll live on through thee
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Karma Glitch

I absolutely love this 5 β˜… star work !!😍😍 I look forward to reading more by you!! Β 

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