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Missing a Line (Free verse) by peaceseeker i am like an autumn tree
changing colors to lose
buried roots growing down
harboring lives within
i am like the stars at night
held in constellations of light
astrological computations
i am like a garden pushing up
miraculous perennials and
delicate annuals amid a border
of raw quartz from the sea
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