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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s just another story in the wind Of the naked trees with their Hollow dreams… Like the creak of the wooden door… Like the smell of fuming lumber. It’s this song that blows In the breeze With the ashes of our Torn down leafs… Two shrubs with our thoughts Scattered along the path, We’re eyed by the Towering sky… It’s just us and the cinder Of farewell kiss… Just us, leaning toward The ground… And still it’s winter In these treeless woods. A ruthless season For me and for you. I’d embrace your branches And call them my own, But I’m anchored in the silence Of this story never told. And it’s a leafless winter As I said… the deepest Scratch against our bark… I feel like a star in a starless night, Like a falling oak with No direction. Yet I’d still twine my ivy Around your crusty trunk… My ivy that once was a palm, Blossoming just to Stroke your cheek… Why does it still smell Like leaving And farewell kiss? I’ve banished all of my leafs And yours… I’ve banished them Only to save us… And, yes, I hear the woodcutters’ Cheer…they’re coming And hoping to kill us… We’ll be the spark And the warmth of their fire, The children will be playing With our limbs. And, yes, I’ll love you Always… Even if the season’s over… Even if my sight Shall be weakened… Even if I’ll be branchless And cannot stretch too far… © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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