Tree Love

Tree love

Light slipping through your fingers.

Leaves painting your nails.

Shadows illuminating the silhouette of your body.

I stop and stair, memorized by your enchantment.

You catch my breath and I cannot help but to stair, watching you move between the wind.

A dance of entrapment, ancient as time.

Roots firmly grounded, even in times of such inanity.


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