Hence the tree of life
I shall rise
From the wound of a knife
I shall roll the dice
If you ever lack of fortune
Take a piece of my worthless soul soon
I can be your solace for you to assume
At least for this moment, i am not numb
Let me be your guardian now
Take this fragile glassed wings with a vow
So you could someday fly away
Along with the remembrance of me
As the winds dives,
The tree of life has to learn
Some goes, some remains, some arrives
So now, I too have a lesson to earn
To the place where it must stay,
A world must change its way
Now I must learn how to say;
'Thank you for the day'
Every little to big days you gave me
~Benedict~
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PoetryPoems, poems, poems. One's unspoken words. A gift from the gods. The infinite ocean. A boundless orbit. A bleeding heart.
