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Selfies

Trees take selfies By the side of the river Red green and yellow Breaks free the fever Storm rise out of the sand Hugs the hues in ecstasy Dense cloud hides the sun Leaving them in cuddling spree Tiny waves chat in the water The trees prance with glee Gee, passing by I look on How a red rose is born Disappears the dark heap Still water runs deep

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Date: 1/13/2016 5:21:00 AM
Thanks. You mean I have made my point well. The point is what a reader makes out of it. Of course it is variable. But what about poetry in the poem? An iota?
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