In the shadow of the sun
I go unnoticed by all that matters,
lay beneath her arbolized targets
which catch everything necessary for necessity.
The shadow's blue penetrates all me,
past all that feels,
touching all that can't touch.
It changes something.
The valley of my wants, once
held only only only by snow
is finally alive with trees.
Oh, trees in the valley of my wants.
Grow green and strong in my
dome of desire.
Catch the sun's gifts with
outstretched leafhands (iknowyouwill)
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