Evergreens

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Featured Image from Unsplash. By Leiada Krozjhen.

The Spirit bloweth where it listeth. 

The trees like feathers float amid the sunrise shine; They waft, and whirr with wind sung through their warp of leaves; They bob. Like dreams, phantasmagoria of the mind, They are ever seen, and never felt; they brush 

The dazing, dawn horizon, tenderly; they want 

To cross this arbitrary boundary; they want 

To sail from turgid earth, into the sky; they want 

To flow like clouds in waters above the firmament; To flounce and flirt; to list across the blue; to fly, and be at rest.

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