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The Dailies

Mozart symphony
a plume of red smoke flows from me
my soul coaxed out

Return to yoga
the next morning
muscles once mute, speak
Old oak tree
I see you again
remembering days
of green flesh
how we played under the surface
of your rough bark
Pixaby. An Oak tree with large branches enshrining its surrounding. 18 May 2013. In the public domain.

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