Plasmic

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There are no walls in the forest

Where eagles rise with the tailwinds

And chlorophyll canopies shadow dance

Over moss carpet floors

 

Morning glory knows no barriers

Roots of the gnarled oak

Venture out in every direction

Baring their bones to the sun

 

Willows welcome the lark’s sweet song

Arms reach out without thought

Embracing those that walk peaceful paths

Embracing those that do not

 

Mishunderstood
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