I am an ancient tree,
old as old can be.
I have memories as deep as my roots.
And I have seen
time fly away with my leaves.
All these. All these.
And I know how it never ceases
to destroy with ease
the memories
that grow around me.
All these. All these
and my beautiful leaves.
I know how in time
all leaves.
Even the branches
I thought were mine.
Even the roses
that use to stand beside me.
All these. All these.
In time it all leaves.
Gone with the wind
are my leaves
the makers of my memories.
Taken away by time.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poetry"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
