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Touch you heart
and tell the truth
You are a part or apart from me
Glorious trees
And the sky, so blue
Tell me now
Tell me the truth
I am the brook at your feet
I fill your roots so say the least
Tell me how
I can be with you
Swaying trees
I feel so blue
Dear kalabalu,
Thank you for your lovely poem. I like it a great deal. Let me reciprocate by quoting Mark Strand, Almost Invisible: Poems.
Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night.
I shall also resonate pictorially as follows:
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
kalabalu 
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