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Yew Tree

by Nicholas John Street
Embraced by gnarled branches
A sacred place, ancient
We are allowed a moment
Fleeting in its sense of time
To shelter beneath its wooded dome
A world unhurried
Silent and aware
We kissed, remember?

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