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. 

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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. 

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Do you love me?

Or are you simply love?

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When the clouds start moving again, 

the growing pain resumes

and the shores continues to erode. 

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