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zed rod

deep red apples sit in the branches
exposed now to almost
winters cold fingers
reaching out

clutching at the left overs
high up
out of reach from us
earlier in this year

soft bark now stone-like
set
ready for sleep
to rest slowly through this season

allowing roots to heal
to unwind
letting water seep closely with live coils
like new born adders, waiting for spring
Written by graham_brodie
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