This tree is so strange -
The old oak tree.
You're sitting on the bench
And you can feel some... free...
And you can feel some depth
Of soul. Of whole the life.
You think - you are the next -
The man, who'll die for lie.
You understand some things,
You couldn't understand.
You're free. You have the wings.
And you on huge rock stand.
But then it comes the time,
When you must walk away.
But this strange old oak tree...
You want with it to stay.
Oak tree
© Copyright: Алексия Летто, 2012
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