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African Cypress

She breathes Each breath flowing deeper To her roots and roofs She breathes the tropical air Each breath a proliferation of another being To her thin muscles, in vim and vigor prolonging every being She breathes in her light Not afraid of any heights Light and soft, qualities each carrying weight She is the tree I grew up knowing Touching, feeling, breathing The bed I shared most of my childhood dreams with The seats I shared with many dear friends The fence that still decorates my parents' homestead She breathes, she lives She breathes only one symbol, life August 21 2015

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Date: 9/4/2015 12:43:00 PM
When I saw your poem I thought I would check the African cypress out for myself. Widdringtonia does seem to "breathe. . .life!" Great write! L
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Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 9/17/2015 1:49:00 PM
Yes:-) thank you Lena
Date: 8/22/2015 3:03:00 AM
Njeri, A 7 To the love of the Cypress, i was home the other day and our cypress which my dad cut for timbre have regrown though now they lack their magnificence, they now grow in circular clusters around the cut trunk.. a pale shadow of their former glory, i envy your African Cypress*****HUGS & BLESSINGS
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Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 9/17/2015 1:48:00 PM
my African cypress ages and dies the same way. its just beautiful how it can withstand and live so long. thank you Lewis

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