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Talking trees

Somehow the very path I stroll,
Still has us both connected,
If not for all the leaves too old,
I never would detect it...
At every glance a tree that's bare,
Seems just as ordinary,
Until the breeze that shapes the air,
Divulges the contrary....
The smell of all the virgin wood,
Engulfs me in a womb,
Reminding me of what it should,
And smells of her perfume...
Touching me in such a way,
That words cannot explain,
Clutching me until I say,
Three words before her name...
( I love you )
Tomorrow I will take my walk,
Along this path again,
And look for you in trees that talk,
Until my journey ends ...

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