In a degree from a travelling tree, stands a tree of knowledge.
Created from minds of many, descriptions and paradigms, from the brains of men.
The sacrificial tree yields her wares, so the learners can learn.
Children in classes of mischievous masses,the old women who struggle to read through thick glasses.
The joy of the word, is spread by the tongues, of many in difference, all over the world ,their joy exported a passport of paper.
With open borders, travel allowed, take it for granted, the world.
Now it's a smaller place.
The crumpled up newspaper left on the chair, made of paper,keeps us aware.
Trials and tribulations, all duly noted, discarded and dumped, hopefully in the recycling bin.
LIVVI 2014
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
In a degree from a travelling tree, stands a tree of knowledge.
Created from minds of many, descriptions and paradigms, from the brains of men.
The sacrificial tree yields her wares, so the learners can learn.
Children in classes of mischievous masses,the old women who struggle to read through thick glasses.
The joy of the word, is spread by the tongues, of many in difference, all over the world ,their joy exported a passport of paper.
With open borders, travel allowed, take it for granted, the world.
Now it's a smaller place.
The crumpled up newspaper left on the chair, made of paper,keeps us aware.
Trials and tribulations, all duly noted, discarded and dumped, hopefully in the recycling bin.
LIVVI 2014
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