spaces and spaces - of black lies,
of broken promises - leaving me empty
with so much to say to you..
will you hear me?
hear me as I say -
read my words from the pages
of my heart and of my memories
filling up my empty soul.
wearing a crown of canopy, the sturdy timber rose to height firmly held via terrestrial tether arms widespread like majestic wings, flourishing through generations changing alongside seasonal spells while sheltering birds' abodes, play houses and tire swings that moved to-and-fro delightfully with the draught, rustling up sweet whispers, collecting sparkling sunbeams as it filtered into emerald cores breathing life for us all.
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