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The branches they stretch
They scream and they cry
As they long more and more
To get close to the sky
If only they could feel her
Hold her just once
One feeble body that longs
For a touch
The vast of the body
The feel of the soul is
So far, out of reach the poor branches grow mold
They feed, they moan, and they hope for the best
With the strength and the heart
And the blood in their chest
And yet with all this
They lack one small something
The sky needs them now
Not in winter or spring
So, she weeps, and she cries
In addition to this, she longs for the trees
Even more, they are missed
As time passes by, they remain so far out of reach
If I could touch you, feel you
Maybe hold you just once
This life would be perfect
One with you, I'll become
m.m
