A refuge, a shelter for my mind
Conversing with the trees
Treasuring their rough bark
Admiring the strength of splayed roots
Reflection, peace, a sanctuary of silent acceptance.
A refuge, a shelter for my mind
Conversing with the trees
Treasuring their rough bark
Admiring the strength of splayed roots
Reflection, peace, a sanctuary of silent acceptance.
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A beautiful poem
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Thanks for reading
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Always!
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