December 25, 2010

The Pine Trees

I like the way how the pine trees blow me their words
they ask me to play hide and seek
they read me some poems of the great poets
they sing me the old folk songs
they kiss me as the dawn won't leave us
they clap their hands after I finish reading my poems
they dance when I dance
we laugh with the strong heartbeat
they say
they love the way I love them
they tell me that they always be my Christmas trees

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