for decades.
through fire
desert wind
rain
drought.
they have thrived.
until today.
in my youth
i destroyed
the aged knots.
and so life ended
in the flutter of an axe.
but for me,
it felt like an eternity.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches, for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. (Renee Rilke)
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