Poem from the Vault: The Wind Rushes Through My Leaves

The wind rushes through my leaves

like a lover caressing my hair.

The wind, like an obsession

tears my bark and leaves me bare

The wind, like a passion,

strains my body and makes it ache.

The wind, like a lover,

bends my branches until they break.

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