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The wind whispers sweetly
As the dome of arms hold me tightly
I hide
In a place where no one finds me
The leaves chatter with the wind
As I hide from everyone
And Even
Myself
She tells me everything will be just fine
But it won't
Not without my friends
Not without her
I lean back into her arms
As the wind rustles her green hair
Her name is the most beautiful thing in the world
Her name is the
tree of mother nature



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SWLady said...
Oct. 26, 2010 at 5:08 pm
I really like this poem!
 
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