the orcheatra played by the millions of hands of leaves and branches-I
go on creating the trees in my mind.
But -some may find in them -not trees and leaves -but a reflection of my mind!
This is perhaps-when one falls in love with something-one -unknowingly
becomes that. Then there exists only one-not TWOs or many.
I'm the soil whereon grow the trees!
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