Ode To Antique Tree Without Leaves
A bare tree
without offering any shade,
haunts me...
It wishes to shelter birds
that are no longer here...,
This tree still conceives itself
shady and fruitful...
Ponders of when it was
a mother that harbored puppies...
Night against day passes...
Today, phantasmagoria reigns...
I ponder if the former time
was suspended, so i feel
a warm smell,
as if this time
still had color... !
Observing such an antique
vegetable delirium... !
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