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Apr 2014
Trees
grow out of moss
graves, roots
pushing their way through
bones. We
would all like to think we are
forever, but
trees will grow for so much
longer, through
the shards of our
skeletons, long
after our fragile eternities
are over.
Cmentarz ul. Okopowa, Poland
Monday, March 17, 2014
2:31 PM
edited 8:31 PM

From my collection, Poems from Poland.
RA
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