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The sun has scorched
some and not other
plants on the terrace.
Not more water
but more shade
they ask for.
I am that old tree
on the road
giving shade to
passers by.
I am scorched.
I am free
with a big hug
to anyone who brings
water to me.
What a little bit of love
cannot do?
How was the last day?
ReplyDeletethe last poem of the month from aliashesh