Linnea lies ill beneath the tree Poem by Gro Dahle

Linnea lies ill beneath the tree



Linnea lies ill beneath the tree
‒ Oi oi oi, the tree whispers
And the tree lets its leaves fall
The large tree the kind tree

And the tree lifts the sky with its arms
so it shouldn't push down
too heavily on her chest
And the tree folds the night aside
so she shouldn't be afraid

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