The girl in the tree,
reached as high as she could see
arms stretched above me.
Wishing I could also be,
blooming with her joyfully.
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my poems
ŞiirEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
In the Tree
The girl in the tree,
reached as high as she could see
arms stretched above me.
Wishing I could also be,
blooming with her joyfully.