Opened to new worlds
Breathed in a refreshing breath
Scent unknown
But comfort kept
A great design
Of figures and shapes
Passing times and counting rhymes
Presence in
melancholy
Opened to singing soulfully
What tree would you be, she asked
If you could be a tree which would you choose-
I wondered--
Weep with the willow
Flow like the silver magic
Learning to learn
Learn with a heart yearn
Choose a life of love
Choose to learn love
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