An Old Tree in the Dry Ground

I have done it againnot remembering exactly when was the last timebut I feel have been here many times beforeand I came back as if I was not alivebecause the light continues to fadenow words run from meafter he’s gonethen you’re hard to reachalso, those who are busy hurt each other sometimes I feel likeContinue reading “An Old Tree in the Dry Ground”

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