A poem
By
Accipiter G. Goshawk
The gale lifts the tree,
The soil relaxes its grasp.
Will it grow midair?
Journeys into the realms of fantasy
A poem
By
Accipiter G. Goshawk
The gale lifts the tree,
The soil relaxes its grasp.
Will it grow midair?
The image your poem produces is quite vivid.
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