Jun 29
You can tell the age of an oak,
By examining the rings within it's trunk.
How beautiful a sentiment.
To not know the age,
The existence of a being until it is gone.
Cut down, and severed from that very growth.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Поэзия365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
