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A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?