
painting by Niel Waldman
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sometimes the olives smile:
others-weep;
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sometimes they feel the kiss
of sunshine’s lips:
others-bites;
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sometimes they sway
with wind’s soft shove:
others-tremble to their roots.
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finally, they drop their olives
to our upturned hands:
lift their skirts and curtsy.
Jun 14, 2018 @ 22:01:25
Wonderful!
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Jun 15, 2018 @ 09:56:54
It’s been such a revelation -having you as a friend!
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