I can’t reach up, no longer can I see your crown,
Your peaks though, expand towards me in a beautiful array of fronds,
How lucky are those that do actually climb up your body and see your might,
Temple and serene, gentle and tall,
Palms, leafs, and bugs,
I hear the wind's soft, answering call.
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Author:
Niko Papadatos (
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There is a feel of being so small in this write with the fronds being gigantic. It reads in a surreal fanciful way. Lovely
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