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Jun 2019
Bury me
under a tree.

One with
green leaves
and pink
round blossoms.

One that grows
sweet red fruits
that feed
hungry mouths.

One that sparkles
in golden colors
until the first
winter arrives.

One which
rests in peace
covered by snow
until spring.

Bury me
under a tree
so I can live again.
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