Listen
trees are gathering
in the woven tapestry of dawn
their voices a quiet rhythm
in my blood. Listen
to what my heart understands
but yearns to be told. Listen
to what my body knows
but has forgotten. Listen
to the what I know
but haven’t spoken.
Listen.
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