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Jun 2018
A Being with an Axe in Hand.  
All alone in the whole wide world.

An Old Tree was his only friend.
Giving him all to his contend.

For hours they would talk
Without any block.  

The Winter Seasons then came
The Axe was finally put to its use.  

He did not realise what he has lost.
As the wind blew those ashes across.
Written by
A M  47/M/India
(47/M/India)   
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