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Tree of Spirits There is a world far beyond our own, Where there is a tree and not a soul. Planted on the dark side of the horizon It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies Struggling to find a place in Heaven. When the moon sneaks above the sky Looking like a black orb without radiance, Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer, Then the tree glows in vibrant colors With smoky hues of red, green and blue Forming a grim nimbus around it. This grotesque spectacle is conjured By the occult of witches and warlocks For the souls try to take forms of the past In a hellish way to liberate themselves From the leash of branches entwined Within the hideous trunk from which Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and Mortified eyes peer into the darkness In a despairing search for a glimpse Of something that breathes. (c) Amit Herlekar #freeverse#review