Sometimes it’s fun to make a poem into a certain shape–so long as you don’t pick a shape that’s too complicated.
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The tree grows
It grows, the tree
Each leaf, each branch
is cluttered with lots of little words
that
fall
softly
to blanket the ground


Lovely, Caitlin! I’m always happy to wake up to a poem, and yours are especially inspiring. This one is as beautiful to look at as it is to read. Thanks for sharing with us.
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Glad it gave your morning some beauty re-leaf. 😉
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Lovely 🙂
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Thanks!
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