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More of You
Metal trees standing tall
speak to me of daylight,
as I skip down
cobblestone streets.
You are bluer than you
think,
say the trees.
You are drinking the
sky
on this day of silver,
that asks you for more.
More of what?
I ask.
More of you –
The world needs more
of YOU.
Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2012
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