Asylum Poplar
Mirroring salted sweat of limes.
Dreadful long march creeped and galloped.
No home seek looms.
A half way of death.
Quadruped war for nothing.
Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette.
Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing.
Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped.
Mom, our mansard roof missed us.
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