cicadasong
oaks
birches
poplars
beeches
highways of flung off shells
shed
skins
purposed for lives
(wives)
torn from mother natures spell
elevated
to hidden husks
barks
musks
cavorting in tops of trees
breeding
broods
displayed
in rhythmic songs
painted throngs
awoken
and
winged
for love and breeze
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