A sailor and a gypsy walk in to a bar…
Posted on November 19, 2018
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For the trees They breath When I’m drowning and have nothing to say The trees will breathe For me I have so much to say Those who have the strongest roots For me Will say it all And will speak For the trees.
Category: Psycho-Therapy & Other WritingsTags: abundance, black and white, black water, feelings, new poetry, streets, trees
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