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Words | Krystle Alice

One of these days you’ll stretch your branches toward the sky, 

into the clouds and sway. 

Breathing in the moments of clarity they contain. 

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As the sun sets, you’ll bask in the shades of sunset, 

knowing that with a final hue, 

a final word, 

its light can no longer blind you.

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You’ll feel a cool breeze rustling your edges,

smell the promise of another day

and know,

Hidden in the darkness of night,

has been your heart. Your art. 

You’re home. 

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