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Komorebi

A poem by Jo A.



the tree casts

an ominous shadow

over the place

where i stand,

dark,

ever present,

and enveloping,

but today,

instead,

i choose to look

at the little patches

of light

that shine through

and dance

with the wind

that shouldn’t

still be there,

but are,

despite everything

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