The trees, already bare,
begin to scratch their
soulful love notes
across the sky
Sweeping strokes
of arboreal calligraphy
dipped in the ink of evening
twist and twirl
towards the nights first stars
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The trees, already bare,
begin to scratch their
soulful love notes
across the sky
Sweeping strokes
of arboreal calligraphy
dipped in the ink of evening
twist and twirl
towards the nights first stars