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An Undying Poet
The heaven's eye becomes tired
With rage,
Water endless in the sea.
Winter deflowers the tree,
Spring fills the fissures-
The process constant all year round.
Clouds take off the canopy-
Vapours make a sail
Occuring in cycles.
Leaves green and alive
Develops gray hue,
A tree never stops dreaming.
Saturday 30th September 2023 3:22 pm
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