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Uninspired
The trees are green
Though I miss the many hues
When the swaying of the leaves were
Like a gentle whisper of the beauty present
Clusters of people going
Longing to pick them apart again
When a passing wan expression was
A journey and a story of the body holding the soul
Long passionate kisses
Missing the slow departure of lips
When the moment spent in your eyes after were
Enough to inspire me to live
