FateA Poem by theunionisloud
The wind blows, and the tree is compelled
Forwards, backwards A child sits under his father's roof and watches Forwards, backwards Admiring the fluid dexterity of its movement Wondering if it is cued by some divine source or Simply Knows its place.
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