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THE TREE
One day
you across a tree
in it
you saw the contours of your dream-man.
You loved its fruit
you were thrilled under its shade.
You dreamt
if this tree was
born only for you.
The tree heard everything
the tree felt everything
but didn’t say anything.
One day you became possessive
tried to push everyone away from it,
others felt hurt
you also cried all night.
The tree heard everything
the tree felt everything
but didn’t say anything.
A tree is a tree
people stop under it for a while
and share its cool shade
without owning it
and leave without a trace.
Tree is a tree
and shall remain a tree.
But you can always
enjoy its shade
without becoming possessive.
Ironbridge 1987
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