I've seen kids with nooses, practicing for death, "here you go, play with this, learn how to tie a knot",
have him count his day, "but sir, he's only seven" seven, seven is just the right age, he is still a child, he won't know the pain, "here you go, i'll teach, how to do it", father, "but father why do you teach me how to play with ropes", my child, "son, one day this will be your doorway to the Heavens I promise, you'll be happy". As we all shared happiness, those are words of Angel's, "here you go son, just wear it as a chain, I'll help you reach to Heaven".
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
