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Pollinate
Pollinate
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The tree was sterile by me
I was observing it from close corners,
There was pin drop silence;
Nothing could be grasped
Nothing could be caught
But could only be felt
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;">From the soft corner
Of one’s soul…
When from no where
Came a terrific bee
And pollinated the lively flower
Of the gloomy tough tree
And kept me memorized
For yet another day.
