Ode To A Pine Tree
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Hidden pine tree:
Concealed in dark woods on a high hill
Here the soft summer air is so still.
Secluded pine tree,
She does not need to overdress;
No, not this immortal goddess.
Ghostly pine tree,
Her floating fragrance abounds,
In a white river of sounds.
Tranquil pine tree,
Her sumptuous song; a mysterious thing;
Gently touches & plucks the heart' s strings.
Bu şiiri puanla
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