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Trees are magic. They have the roots and and the crowns. They are able to grow in two opposite directions simultaneously. They are strong and delicate at the same time. They rustle their colourful stories. They remember a lot. They sing their windy songs. I love the trees.
diving in the sky
diving in the soil
just as we are
rustling in our persistence
leaking through the forest fingers
from the photo album " Lost Beauty"
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