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i think about silhouettes of trees 

when the leaves are dead and crumpled on the ground

when the sky is deep red mixed with orange as vibrant as the sun kissed wings of a monarch butterfly

and  there is the tree

when partnered with the sky it is nothing but yawning darkness

but though the tree is dark compared to the vivid and beautiful sky 

it is still full of life

 

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