#1973-Mysterious
25/12/2022
I will stand tall,
No matter what,
A branch quietly said.
I looked around,
Yet no one was about.
Who do you speak to?,
In wonder I asked.
But silence,
Was all that came back.
It was somewhat confusing,
Standing there,
This conundrum contemplating.
Nothing satisfying came to mind,
So I began on my way,
To a dance of whispers,
I knew not from where.
It wasn’t the trees,
Echoing in the breeze.
Just parts of you, and me.
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