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Solitary Tree

in the early morning hours
as the fog still
tenderly kisses the fields
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
shall watch the stars, and sleep deeply at last


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