Leaves are falling
Roots were dying
Birds are singing
Whispers turns nothing
The tree still stand
Waiting someone to climb
Branches of my hand
Trying to reach the high
Now I reach the sky
It lead me down to cry
That I know what it might
Makes my eyes out of sight
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PoezieThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
