The talking tree

There will be a time

Of no time

A too late time

For being sorry.

(Speak now or silence will erase all wounds!

No scars, no leaves, no flowers!)

 

Sometimes you need to bleed it all out,

To carve deep into the skin

To peel it off from the world, the old times world.

(Hurry up, there will be a time of no time!)

 

Sometimes peeling your own skin is painful

Too scary, seeing your hanging skin

While flowers still you have to grow.

(What a hard time for a tree!)

 

But what a delicate, clean, white new skin you have grown!

(See? That’s what change is!)

 

(September, the 2nd, 2017)

 

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