The More Things Change…

Does not the tree shed withered leaves
Yet grace the keepers lawn
Does not the flower release new seeds
Then obligingly move on
Does not the love, if love at all
Gain strength from what has passed
Though seasons change, the tree remains
Only leaves refuse to last.

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Random thoughts

Being a poet isn’t something you do
But rather, it’s something you are.
A wise man says what he has thought about
while a fool thinks about what he has said.
Deprivation of knowledge makes way for fools.
…and over by the twisted tree, is a shady spot
that use to be, in another world, another time,
a favorite place of mine.
Above [...]

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