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Evergreen

By
Such jade
bestowed; I hold
my fingers
feeling the prickly stems
that branch out from
its core
Scarlet eases out of my
ringer finger
Even its pain
'tis gentle
unto the pricks; hang
the pinecones
should their dresses
become white
they shall dance; yes
they dance the dance
of Evergreen
should the leaves of the
wisdom tree
grow; they dance the dance
of Evergreen





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