ApplePear Tree

I heard the laguage of the birds, looking through two window panes held by black and white pillars.  The fruits of the tree bare many yet none ripe enough to pluck, looking deep within its feathers.  The skies had another dream last night, its tears of mystery fertalize the earth.  And she once came here before, in many forms and names, shapes, visions...become wisdom's under lunar sunlights...  and she whispered creative will for whomever willing to listen... the stories of life.                    

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