Under the Walnut Tree
And here
is the wind,
whispering
softly,
through the fine
fingers
of leaves
and through
my wandering
thoughts
beneath
the walnut tree,
for here
summer rests
upon the flickering
shadows
of trees,
as time
weaves
through
these passing
moments,
silently.
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