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Violet, Me, Them & One Heart
© WRiTER oN THe MoON
The tree is so large that its branches protrude above the surface of the water.
It is majestic to see.
The fish sleep in it.
Birds perch on its upper branches.
Children swim from the shore and play in its branches and dive deep to see if they can touch the bottom.
From down here, invisible to them, I cry.
Those who saw me and who intuit that I am seeing my bonfires from time to time also cry. And we do it for her, our one true love! Because we are fascinated by the mere idea that all this has come from a single word.
Every night the stars unite and give us their presence. They become musical notes. And when the tree is swayed well by the wind or by a sea current, it gives off letters that form verses in the air, in the water, in our hearts.
A single heart united.