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I can view her through
My window
Pain,
But I cannot caress her leaves
How could I?
How would I?
Then should I?
Why would the maple care for my calloused caress?
I am not worthy!
Look,
The crane fly loves the maple too,
So do all the flies looking for her embrace.
I exist in this sea of green and I only see
The one
The only
The maple by my window
And I don’t want to see her in the desert
Or on a mountain high,
I want her in the forest,
Where she will always be
By my window