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Haunting voices

I hear
So many
Voices

Rustling
In the
Morning breeze.

Sun slowly
Rising,

Trees
Talking
To me.

They say
The smoke
Makes them
Cry.

Suddenly,
I burst
Into tears...

And only
The trees

Know why.


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By Midnight Sunne 🌙🌞


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