Twisted in
contortion
on her knee
she births
the beauty
on the plains
variated are
her shades
of green
she packs
an arsenal
yet is epiphany
to her own disease
rotting roots
stangled sea
her branches
frantic,
frozen poses
in what may never be
bipolarity of the trees
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