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Solitary Tree



in the early morning hours
as the fog still
tenderly kisses the fields
a
solitary tree remembers so many days past


the burden of ages lie heavy on gnarly branches
memories rooted deep into the earth
bark touched by many hands from long gone lovers
 
 
it even remembers us
-our quarrels
-our laughter
-our lovemaking in the grass
 
 
tonight I shall return to where we began
underneath this ancient tree
I shall rest and reminisce
I
shall watch the stars, and sleep deeply at last
 

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