141st heart

July 3, 2012 § 1 Comment

I never tire of the trees x


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  • For sure one does get older,
    But I do not count in years.
    I just cherish each new moment,
    For age is not a sum of fears.

    I look into my future,
    A magic faraway.
    A venture deep into my woulds,
    Inner rings, that chime each day.

    I know my days are numbered,
    I will not outlive the trees.
    I will carve my name into the bark,
    And I will do just as I please.

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