Mystical and Mundane

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The trees suggest, but yet refrain
From saying things they know

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Even so, they whisper
Just outside of earshot
Like they want me to feel I am missing out
On mystery too deep for words
Something they’d only tell the birds
That nestle in their branches

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My home is decorated
With green and gold and red
And being bold they said
“There’s better yet ahead”

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Though simple blood you’ve bled
And with it you’ve contented
Yet though known it may be shed
Though til’ now life has relented

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How brittle your breath should be
If there no magic in it
Your breath whispers too
In speech you understand