#629-Lucky
21/04/2019
I like you.
Standing tall.
Year after year.
Coloring the days.
Sheltering weary travelers.
Dancing with the wind.
Caressing lovers passing by.
You flow,
As seasons pass,
Dreams evaporate,
Time dies.
You silently accept,
Life’s way.
Without thinking,
Or reason.
Strange.
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