Dancing Branches

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Poetry
A tree that bends,
Those valiant branches
The tender leaves
Buried with sand

The feet are naked
Painted with ashes
The Sun does tickle
The skin gets tanned

A sea, a myriad
Of water smiles
Those valiant branches
That warming Sun

Summer will one day
Watch us stand,
Courageous swimmers, 
With wrinkled hands 

Tanning the soul
With fluid breaststrokes
Appeasing chills
That pierce through hearts

A glimpse of Sun
Melodic dart,
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles

A tree that bends
A weightless heart
With warming breaststrokes
With outstretched hands

Those valiant branches
Will watch us dance
A sea, a myriad,
Of water smiles

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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