‘Embraced by the pining silence
and stillness of these mute
hours,
my detached self grows more independent,
free and aloof like these
misty distances
virginally spread out under
the moonlight,
The silvery mists kiss my prickly
needles
with love free of pride or
prejudice.’
Thus mused the lone pine
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