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These trees arch,
Like enclosing hands scooping me up and
placing me in the clouds
Or like a cage keeping me in.
There is no life in these claws
Darkness and silence surround these trees
Shadows stream and flood the forest floor.
I want to sprinkle blossoms on these enclosing hands to
return the life that was once within.
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