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Tree Tops

by Barbara Griffith

Clouds shape out your name
as the wind blows it away.
Never to be seen.

Tree tops bend and grasp
at the nothingness revealed.
Your name; now earased.

07/11/2005

Posted on 07/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/13/05 at 03:30 PM

Well, the association never dies. It may have a different dimension.

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