Trees That I Cannot See

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Velvet warmth
Soothes gently
Thick heavy
Humid night
Tiny sparkles
All around
Cicadas and frog
Chorus overwhelms
Star songs
Night scents
Bloom redolent
Layered memory
Patchouli and
Sandalwood
Sometimes one
Sometimes
Another
There are
No night birds
Calling
The cicadas
Have gone silent
The valley
Is dark
Trees that
I cannot see
Rustle whispering
Ancient secrets
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Bear… 08.10.2015
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