The tree stands still.
It moves its hands in a strange greeting,
as the sunrays warmly kiss both my cheeks.
All spirits of Mother Earth are listening for my depart.
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I like, 'it moves its hands in a strange greeting' and the last three lines
are so perfect. The title, too, is just right. Yekaterina is a poet born to
the blood, youngest successor to a line of poets! It is very good writing.
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I like, 'it moves its hands in a strange greeting' and the last three lines are so perfect. The title, too, is just right. Yekaterina is a poet born to the blood, youngest successor to a line of poets! It is very good writing.