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Feb 2021
Paper, Pens and Pads
Well I'm allergic to paper
Ink on trees, metals on wood.

Pens injecting dead trees,
Trees shot dead by metals on wood.
Dead logs become houses,
For beings whilst chasing out the bees.

I prefer Pads not Paper and Pens.
Forest are getting deforested every minute, hour and day. It scares me, the extinction of indigenous trees and shrubs. Its so sad how some of us have lived to get reference of certain trees from museums and books, I wish i could have existed in the past to see the beauty of the unaltered forests. I hope we preserve the little that we have now for the generations to come.
Written by
Tapiwa Mesah  24/M/Zimbabwe
(24/M/Zimbabwe)   
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