9 months ago
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Chestnut tree,
my heart aflame—each leaf
a whispered courage.
Nudibranch soul, silken, bare,
I curl within your branches,
reborn in longing.
Your golden voice,
a hush that undresses autumn,
brushes the hollow.
O wild-winged muse,
why does my being
thirst so deeply
for your storm-lit sky?