Wood tableA Poem by SorenSome trees provide fruit, others shade, some flower while from others furniture is made The stain of pain painted in rivers of its growing grain, a forest forgot in a polished knot Bark skin peeled away, wood bones on display, feet buried in clay will soon decay
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