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Nov 2020
Old
Hands of wood begin to break
leaves will form to make
the sun of time light will fall
Age in winters cruel

Roots of green cry of dew
Footprints stay mud of all
Dry of heat memories will keep
woods of memories fall

Bridge will cross break the moss
Crumble the waters lost
Sticks will stay come round of told
Age of young
Age of old
Written by
Julie
58
   Imran Islam
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