It Was in the Oak Leaves

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It was in the oak leaves that I found those words

vaguely familiar,

yet strangely beautiful

in their shape holding

so many promises

of another world

so I wondered

if my spirit could form them

very gently

into a poem.

Oak trees are so full

in the summer.

     

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