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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1455103
A short poem on rememberance and regret. Do we ever know the one we lost?
When I die

              On my grave plant a tree

So that when you look into its boughs

                You may catch a glimpse of me

And as its branches draw your gaze

                Wonder if you'll find

What went on inside the man

                  That left a tree behind

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