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By: Reynaldo dale pena I laid my body in a wood and waited to the cold moist air, that clings to the fog, To drop, to bath my fainted heart In zephyr touch, though senile love in Eden that vanish long time ago, as wild berries, root tubers, and green weeds seem asleep. It is then the day when the roots of the tree silently walk in the ground, and the bud stretches to become leaves as my love outstretched beneath, the golden tree.
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