The Trees In Day Poem by Christoph Praus

The Trees In Day



Can we walk below, boughs entwined,
The green sung leaves, dancing breath,
What earthy scents, your hand in mine,
The Sun opens up, have we yet met?

Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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