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the words of the trees

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the trees are trespassing
on the night-sky,
skinny dwarfs with sticky fingers,
holding on to light
that isn’t theirs to hold .

while time and light hesitate,
they dwell in this semi-dark domain
between dusk and dawn,
writing brittle runes that no one reads.

the words of the trees are forgotten
at the break of every day .