Letting it grow,
it's scratching the
sky.
Under its shadow, I
survive.
Further I climb.
The leaves shown.
I see a deep glow,
not quite a (bright)
shine.
Through the cracks
of the leaves, lines
of light breathe.
Sun Screened.
Half pure yet
un-mutilated.
A full gaze of
half-penetrated
life.
Partly touched by my
grace.
Slightly torn by bad
taste.
Still we watch it
grow.
Still we understand
we all need the same
thing.
A lighter soul, of
unmatched quality.
Bought by none and
bound by...
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