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Jun 2014
Beneath the tree
I sit,
In thought,
Of life
What its done.
Where its
Taken me,
Given back,
Held me captive.
I sit under the tree
I look up,
The flickering
That is above me.
Am I of use,
Do I change anything.
I sit under the Tree,
My life
like its rings
show age,
wrinkles show
I am at peace.
As I sit
As I stare,
I am here
The universe around
Time moves on,
I get back up,
I walk inside,
As time
waits for no one.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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