Green pine tree

Gifts that are in your mind and
Really never delivered are
Every bit as common as the air we breathe
Each day filled with romantic gestures
Needless thanks and grateful small words
Placing a candle in a lamp on a table
Inside the tree is a bright red ribbon
Nothing can remove the smile in my mind
Ending the night in the glow between branches
Talking care of something that cares for you
Right when you need to be cheered up
Effortlessly climbing into
Exit signs of a broad evening sky
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a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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