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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two and twenty springs thick boughs and fragile twigs hued in foilage's deep green amidst the blossomed serene pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds and thousands and more leaves drunk in life we poured in danced to the breeze's tunes Remember? one fine early spring sprout'd i,after long nursling unfurled my newborn leaves beheld astonished! yards away you stood,a young sapling and comfort's wind blew, brushing through carried your warm greetings and day by day, how we burgeoned high eager to reach each other's height and deep the rootlets grew, breached the sand eager to meet and hold hand and underneath the loam season by season,we bloom'd from your raw charm, to my pale branch; your ethereal emerald frame, to my laced crimson veil; and the fresh breeze that kissed, cosset,imprinted your touch; sprinkled on me, the drops that bathed thee, and the dawn's dew, formed the pearls on our petal's heart, avow our love! even in tempest day, you sang aubade in mine ears alone, the melody melted and in those moonlit nights our silhouette so formed, sparkled in light! alas! how to erase that one cursed day when under the sleep's spell we lay you cried and horror met our eyes their metallic axe, chop! chop! chop! severing you into two, pulling the damp roots hacking, bruising, bleeding you, and painful screams echoed i cried i screamed but no single branch moved, to pull them off you; no single root climbed up, to drag them to abyss; and i saw them murdering you, not a thing i could do. three and thirty springs your dry stump stood and i pray day and night, wishing, you'd sprout again,my love!
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