The olden branch's wish
I grow from trees and beautify their crowns with leaves
On the dead barks I stand stark still
Why do you see only this trunk high as a hill
No king is a kingdom,
This olden branch is in need
To grow as a tree with a clear cloth
Bright and green
Just my own leaf
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