Past the
furrowed bark
and dinted
grey
and fissured
wounds
that seem
to say
look up
again…
Aloft as of
old
Though
New the bloom
Look up
again…
Your seafaring
eyes
A beauty,
Climb,
climb…
In stairway
branches
In hungry
hope
To see
The
brilliant urns
ablaze
New the
bloom
Wild the sunset
fire
Red as Love
as flushed
Courage
Look Up
again…
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