Рет қаралды 324
The tree looked wise, with the two separate branches,
As if it had two different sides to hide its tears.
I approached the aged trunk and looked at it’s wrinkles,
Oh, how many things did this tree see through the years?
Some memories did stick out the most,
They were collected on a groovy moss.
You would expect a tickle or spike,
But it surprised me with a brand new side.
The spikes told stories that hurt others,
But given the sense of a long-lost home:
The sense of sea hitting the sand and shores,
The sense of carpet I sat until the dawn.
Finally, I’m able to hear the stories of the tree,
The birds kept chirping as if to help me believe,
The leaves left a hush to call out to me,
“Please set free from this world of prisons.”
a small poem by me :)
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Camera: Yasemin Duman @yaseminduman7642
Music: "Shallow Water" and "Corals Under the Sun" by Yehezkel Raz and Sivan Talmor