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Brother my chains are heavy Sister, give them to me Advertisements
Not much difference between you and I Branches bare Extended to the sky Feeling the leaves falling Insanity calling And our heads remain high We’re not different, you and I Our roots extended beyond our view And we are judged by where we were planted Not by what we do We bare fruits that offend…
An unexpected visitor The bird that sat on her window, it looked familiar as if it belonged to a different place She can see that the city was not his place Maybe he followed her train to where the trees don’t grow Where the cars’ noises block the voices in her head She can no…
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…
A hesitant kiss on the cheek, close to her mouth, He doesn’t know what to do, can’t stop the train. Soon she’ll be gone. The frogs in the pond, he yelled, they are begging you to stay… it’s not just me! These trees! They cried all night while you laid between the sheets. And you…
