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texture(d) trees
Appearing in conjunction with a poetry series entitled "{trees}" taken from the collection LACK OF – {trees} is a short series in which trees are spoken of as portals and symbols of life
Paris, France
2026
{trees}
Sofia Buitrago-Carevic
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veins of our tree reach both up and down
Willowed and falling with dead leaves around
Its uproot, its portal, to inside the trunk
birds sit on grass and on branches cut
Forgive me for feathers i have rashlypicked up.
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When a shoulder feels a tree in shade ,it's not the same
As paper leaves fall slowly through people without shame
It’s bright under canopies of green green green droplets
The wind flows through cracks , through stems , through branches
Don't turn off the faucets for crows fear the gauntlet
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The trees form my lines in life.
Planted towards the fountain
Uprooted through pathways comes life inside the sand
The sound aside of life is the dust all around
I want dew colored leaves with vines of thorn
A leafy, green, slimy scene
The crows crow for crows crow just to feel seen
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the people don’t see the trees, cut in their time
they form sweet illusions of some linear life sign
squares + lines, tree trunks resign too
they bide their time for new eyes,
nature’s train runs at ease
thats why theres no cloud and people still go looking down
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