A tree.
It's been there since forever.
Under it
The scouts commune together.
That tree.
I used to climb it long ago.
Under it
The scout hut sits, aglow
That tree
That one with no defined species.
Under it
My life, one of those pieces
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
