A Tree..
A Tree..
Dark over casting mind.
Inside I feel when I breathe.
My life is shining.
Like how the clouds.
Have covered up my dreams.
Lakes of glass.
In the middle of one.
I am a standing tree.
Land of mass.
Of all life and all beings.
Air, water, land.
A wondrous place, but still not free.
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