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THE DANCE OF THE BIRCH TREES (Satis Shroff)
The naked white birch trees Stand close to each other,
Waiting for the music
Of the Dreisam Valley wind
A gust comes, Followed by another,
Making the trees sway,
Like a wise white woman's long tresses,
The thin, supple twigs
That almost reach half the size of the trees,
Have a faster rhythm of their own.
The hurricane-like wind Gathers its e…
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