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Sonnet 050108
Leaves that thirsted for the chill of the wind
Again take pleasure, flowing endlessly
From the windows are witnessed, truly thinned
The branches of the trunk that hung crusty
Branches regain verve, took flight, laid attached
Numb from atrophy, recov’ring the health
Indiv’dually yet assembled and latched
Migrating strength, operating in stealth
Crunching bones giving a geared up howl
Fluids creep activate the latent steep
Charges combine, everything went to prowl
To be unleashed at the touch of the tip
Time stuns the stalk mutually with its leaves
A spark in the lump, the madness relives
