I felt the super-normal tree
In search for its subtle fruit
The
twigs her wig
Its branches, rough hands
Green leaves eerie eyes
The wind brushed, her voice
Swung its trunk, its noisy body
Its buttress roots legs of mystery
That held and absorbed love
As I transpired my feelings
Reached out for the, ripe fruit
As it lay upon the ground
Yet lively down
I got it plucked! Took a bite
Now, how do I restore it…?
By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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