Creeper
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Staid and serene as a rustic soul
It slithers up towards the sky;
The fluffy claws cling to the bark
Like a newborn and counter
The mighty wind;
Even the age-old banyan
Can’t escape the innocent hugs
Of tilted circles;
It feeds on the earth and invades
The umbrageous woods
To swing in nothingness
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