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Tree in a Pittsburgh Backyard

When touched by falling drops,
leaves look like
fingers
regaining mobility.

With a little more rain
they could play
an invisible piano.

One reply on “Tree in a Pittsburgh Backyard”

and once the sky clears
a gentle wind awakes
the leaves start their dance
small sun rays cherish your face

( I know, I know, it doesn’t fit :S )

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