Satirical Dances

For all of his branches

The way they hold fast in a breeze

For all his expanses

Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves

For nature’s advances

Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped

Satirical dances

Mourning most at his loss of leaf

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

Footsteps, Footprints and Words

Poet

Stories and philosophy, borne out of my own experiences of life on three continents.

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