On a tree’s branch.

I have settled here,

One could say hidden. 

I found excessively damp – the house –

I missed your scent. Raw. 

Past life emotion – felt on the corner of my lip.

A privilege…

This silence, written between words,

As an old lady in a young world.

My book of life,

Your leaves – fine paper echoing every verse.

A beauty that cannot be destroyed – nor spoiled –

When its profound meaning 

Is 

To build life.

photo: weheartit

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