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OLD TREE
You have tolerated big storms,
you remain imposing after the winds.
You seem weak in the fire
then the nature gives you another opportunity.
You sleep every winter
but you grow every spring.
Your branches go up to the sky
and your trunk looks like a giant.
How old are you?
Nobody knows.
How many battles have you seen?
Nobody can count them.
You live the History
and see our mistakes.
Always… the same mistakes.
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