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Even the tiniest flower
and the mightiest trunk
live by the same light
and wear the same wind
but breathe same life
into their self
celebrating differently.
As one sways the other stands
and as one firms up
the other fades.
And just as the grass
brushes lightly
against my bare thighs
I touch lightly
the bare bark
of the tall ones.
To touch is to live.
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