The little tree waves hello!
I wave back with growing optimism.
The tree grows every day,
I can't wait to see when it's old,
Just like me,
Like he
And like she.
The little tree cannot wave anymore.
Its little limbs were chopped off
By a saw.
But was this by law?
Or by nothing but that dreadful saw?
The little tree can't smile anymore.
Of course,
Unless I write it down by force
On the piece of paper on which
It's made from.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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