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If you're a tree

If you’re a tree

may I be the wind


to caress your leaves until you tremble

to move and feel all of you move

to not be seen as much as felt by you

and our dancing making you more

beautiful somehow

my intensity bending your constancy


To not be only for each other

but always together through every season.

poetryMegan Bowser