Under a tree, where clouds above cannot see
leaves, together with names, cover one and another
gaps between, flares fliter in, warm childhood’s memory
while i stand still, eyes full of glitter
with tilted heads they look curiously at me
from top to bottom, a clumsy stranger
breaks no deadlock, for this sweet privity
they dance and sing, mock at my naked feather
Under A Tree
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