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How grand everything is.
The woods, after suffering the whips of flames
and after being shredded by keepers of the peace,
still rise.
The wood conquers the oppressive powers against it.
Its voice, deep like the hum of whales
yet soft like a fairy spell,
sends rumbles through the earth.
And if we listen hard enough,
we hear the trees awake.
Silent giants we call them, for their true names had long disappeared and faded with the passage of time.
Lonely, some are,
yet strong they become.
Overtime, they wear loneliness like one wears a dress:
Bravely. Beautifully. And utterly breathtakingly.
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Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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