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Topic: Trees At Dawn
by Meghan HelmichWe are trees at dawn,
Faceless silhouettes lined
Before the blinding glow,
Witnesses to the birth of morning.
And when the sun has risen
Above our heads, we stretch
To weave hurried fingers
In a sharp grip with the heat. 08/23/2011 Author's Note: There's a possibility that this isn't finished. I'm never really finished.
Posted on 08/23/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
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