Arms once intertwined,
Now empty;
Eternal embrace,
Lost amid emerald shadows;
Soulmates of arboreal silence
Lost in shapeless time,
Twisted in forgotten rhyme.
~Morgan~
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Image taken by me at the Salem, Massachusetts cemetery. This tree was amazingly twisted, clearly having grown around and among another that had long since fallen.
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks John 😊
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You are very graciously welcome.
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This very familiar. It’s gone now, but my wife and I had a couple of trees twisted up in our backyard for a good number of years. We called it our tree. Thanks for reminding me.
Tim
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Delighted you enjoyed it and that it brought a smile 😊 thanks so much
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One of your best, Morgan.
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Awe, thanks so much Jennie 🤗
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You are welcome! 🙂
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Morgan, I love this piece!
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Thanks so very much 😁 it was/is a gorgeous tree that is still in my thoughts 2 years later
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Marvelous!
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Thanks so much Ms Vee! ☺
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My pleasure Morgan!😊
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Love this.
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😊😊😊 thank you 🤗🤗🤗
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