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: The Barren Tree :
It grew in the wilds, a sentinel growing tall,
A mighty yogi in presence, embracing it all!
Branches reaching out, to the skies in a plea,
Seeking for the strength - to live it's destiny!
Its ancient bark, a wrinkled, weathered hide,
Tells a tale of the time's, swiftly flowing tide.
Inexorably which has grabbed, life in a churn,
On and onwards to - the lands of no return!
...Friday 13th September 2024 10:08 am
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