by ghazal

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If only I were a bonsai

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If I were a bonsai,

     devouring the shining star,

I would happily live

     in the garden of an old lady.

I would watch her,

     her straw hat in the summer,

       or hear her ginger cat call.

A smile for the oak tree,

      another for the sky,

         I would stretch my arms.

 If only I were a bonsai,

        I would learn easily,

          I could bloom

              despite my littleness.

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© ghazal

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ghazal is a yearner for gentleness in the stillness of life, nature and art, as to love is to perpetually long for. Find out more on Twitter @odeonoud.

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