22. Dead beauty

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There is a tree in my garden;
I can see it from my window.
I watch it sometimes.
And hope to see a bud,
Or perhaps a single leaf.
A single bird perching on a branch,
But there is nothing
-It Is dead-
Truly.

But how can something dead,
Be so beautiful?

October 2017 ( 17 years old)

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