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Dancing In The Wind There is
something about Trees
dancing in the wind, Bending,
reaching, touching Each other
on all sides, Some
snapping, breaking as If
overstretching to caress A lover
rooted to a spot Seemingly
finger tips away, Much like
the mystic lady Looking
for the man who Once
kissed her heart, who Doesn’t
know the fire that He started
is longing for His breath
again. Stephen
Nesbitt©
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