Near the old pine tree
There is an old south going road
This is where I rest
I hear the wind singing
In the branches of the old pine
I listen to its song
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- LazyLion
- Inspired by the great poets of the past I am trying to capture the small fragments of life through my poetry. This is a quite difficult task. Remember that life cannot be remembered, it has to be lived.
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