ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Eucalyptus |
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I hugged a tree
the tears ran down our cheeks
He so old
I so transient
I hugged him
tight as I could
as the thunderstorms raged
the fresh cool scents of earth
made us both young
In the darkness
I danced with his family
to the joyful sounds
of his innocence
Such memories
of a time and place
long gone
A eucalyptus hug
is a welcome home
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