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Trees [Audio Poem]

The dead trees cried to me once It is cold here Help me—too big to have a shelter, too attached to my roots to move The cold winters took away my loyal leaves Left me with naked branches, lonely Cover me…help me But I didn’t hear them; I was too cold to pay attention (By…

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Childhood Mornings

I remember when I was maybe eleven.I had to wake up as early as seven, rush to the neighborhood baker. He made our street smelled like heaven. The fresh bread gives me warmth on my morning walk. And a lady sitting in the street, selling something to eat. Breakfast routine that I love to remember.…

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