Fig Tree

The fig tree by the house with no backyard

Always welcomed me

It was comforting and warm

Teaching me

A child I was

Not knowing death nor life

It taught me eternity

The fig tree in my grandmother’s house

Will always live within me

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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