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My elm-tree II....Blank Verse Sonnet One cold spring morning as I left for work, I watched a sight I'd never seen before. The elm-tree, right before my eyes, breathed out, small puffs of see-through cloud escaped from him as if he played at blowing rings of smoke. I hardly could believe my eyes, stood still in wonderment, until I found my feet again; I used my phone to put it all on film. I'll show you later, just to prove my words. My breathing elm just stood, his bark felt warm, my hands were cold from night's still lingering frost. This special encounter stayed with me, I shared it with my friends at work, they too fell silent when they watched my big elm breathe. |
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