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An Acorn
PoetryUp on the mountain top of The mighty Himalayas There stands a Pine tree It is so strong It is so sturdy Yet so serene. It neither seems forlorn Nor solitary, It neither seems fatigued Nor desolate. Years ago When it was Very tiny Falling from a migh...
An Acorn
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