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Yellow Tree
She is rooted to the dunes,
a tall yellow willow tree.
She transforms light to love.
She caresses the sea, and
she kisses the sky.
A part of our mother
is a part of ourselves.
I inherited the sigh and the hair,
and also, the can-do attitude.
I branch off of her body
her lineage.
Do you love me?
Or are you simply love?
When the clouds start moving again,
the growing pain resumes
and the shores continues to erode.
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