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I am wounded
I am wounded I looked out the window The light, streaming down Amongst the trees Reflecting on me To walk amongst the trees, A simple pleasure Fresh scent of pine Mind, at ease I heard birds, shadows flying from tree to tree My hand to touch This roughness of bark Such thoughts , absurd How the deepening light, changes the colour of the trees I have seen this view Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times Memorised it too Always a delight The physical bonds that hold me, are permanent... Ten years ago, the bullets shattered my spine in a contact The broken back, shackled me so I am amongst the trees I never went away For, the mind is always free Living another forest day I cannot move, The way I used to The mind is never chained, yet in this chair, my body remained To walk amongst the trees, a simple pleasure Thoughts to treasure One day.... Please.... I feel, Yet I cannot touch The trees I feel the wind Blowing through I wish I could too Slow silent tears fall, The light streaming down Amongst the trees I never went away I visited you every day...
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