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Aug 2015
Spine on earth to see
sunlight watching back at me
lives and loves are fleeting
as breeze through unfurled leaves
a trunk may scar in storm
to heal and grow toward life
a tree never dies
whispers in the wind
even though it falls
to feeds growth anew
as joy must breed sorrow
peace born from war
to suffer is to live
for it is not life.
Random tree i walked past filled my head with words. A lesson or creeping insanity? Both perhaps.
Tomas Denson
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