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I caught a glimpse of my aging skin,
Wrinkles displayed upon my dark complexion,
And those circles underneath my eyes,
Oh! How I wish to live more than my life,
Suddenly, leaves grew out of my head,
And branches twisted their way out of my limbs,
It was a ghastly sight, myself embellished,
With strange growth of bark and tapestries of leaves,
I was uprooted at where I stood at,
My toes digging at the concrete cement,
Making their way towards the soil,
I couldn't fathom that I would grow into a tree,
Until it was too late and I was nothing but wood,
I wanted to take my wish back, for I grew morose,
Thinking of the very long life of the trees,
Only to suffer in return — to grow old in suffering.
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"Be content with what you have and be careful with what you wish for..."
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A World of Poems
Poesía"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
