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Jan 2019
A small    baby

was   crying
inside  the  baobab  tree.

  Though  the  tree
is  dead.


A  small   dog  kid
  was  hidden  
inside  the  tree.

Though  the
tree  is   dead.



  Wind  and  fire  were
both     trying   to  finish

the  dead  one.

  Though   the  tree  is
        dead.


   A  surprising  sunrise
was  trying  to  meet
the  dawn's
first    look.

  Though  the  tree  is  dead.
Written by
IncholPoem
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