Has anyone ever wondered why
trees reach out?
Oh, the branches
So lonely that tree
must be, alone in the
middle of a honeysuckle field
dappled with nothing but its own leaves
Leaves, oh tree’s loves, they leave
as happened to me, as happened to him,
reaching out to pull her back, alone.
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