Branches crisscross the wet
And catch their breath.
In their maze
No monster waits
In their gaze
No slur, no praise
Branches crisscross the air
I, too, watch them there.
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That was beautiful.
I loved it. I hope to see some more. :)
Thanks, Dr. Dolly :).
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