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They Look Down
Long tall tree shadows pierced the comfort of the man made boundaries
Some shadows are older than our grandfather's grandfather
They look down with Luna's aid on the present from the height of their ancient tops
Roots mingle with the dreams and tears of possibility
They only whisper this night as the glow from above ripples on a more turbulent water
We retreat as so often, man and beast, to our small pleasantness
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
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