Last summer that oak tree had gotten much older

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Last summer that oak tree had gotten much older,
For me it's not just the oak tree,
It's my ancient ancestor and I'm its holder
The oak tree is showing me who I should be.

Its private sessions are not too often,
 Its roots look like rusty hooks,
This oak tree shall be my coffin,
This oak tree shall be my book.

Yes, I wish I could rise to the light it follows -
Just to the cloudily edge of the heaven bay.
But all my attempts are hollow
So I'll cut down this oak tree away.


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И правильно. Рано вам ещё про coffin думать. И вообще этим должны плотники заниматься. А вы аристократ.

Сабина Стрешнева   10.03.2023 21:49     Заявить о нарушении