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The Voice Of The Tree Again, after courtrooms, I'm among trees,
Wild trees with soft blonde bark,
Trees with voices that speak without words,
Thus have meaning,
Voices that touch with the fingers of their syllables,
Restore the flesh
That was lost among the voices of people.
I, alone, far away from the lights in houses,
Stand in green silence and green wisdom.
Myself that was spoken by others has disappeared,
This my imposed and false self ran away towards roofs.
Now this tree speaks me.
The voice of the tree
Is the only voice I want to hear..
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