‘Embraced by the pining silence
and
stillness of these mute hours,
my
detached self grows more independent,
free and
aloof like these misty distances
virginally
spread out under the moonlight,
The
silvery mists kiss my prickly needles
with love
free of pride or prejudice.’
Thus mused
the lone pine
and felt
absolutely fine!
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