If
gentle soul like an olive tree that sways in the wind
ports and reaching out to you in your nodes
the thickness of the cortex that will bear the interwoven
And do not you stoop
never really
only vagheggi
and dance while
crown of small leaves
moves just a sincere smile revealing
Resist the time and who you would like
Prisoner of a dream
who offends you also
racking
but only that of others
you wrap again in a spirit of age is like
touch you if you embrace the world Holdin
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