in the Forest
A fair teacher
is a Tree..
All at once appears
my branching
my history
my history
my splitting
my bifurcating
I seem to claim
so many tributaries
all with shadow
some with pain..
Our separate selves
these branches mimic..
Yet this teacher
insists in haste
branches are my coloring
my inner vibrating
look anew!
see me whole
and be my Joy...
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