In the end of the narrow street,
there stood a weeping tree.
A tree that wept for it’s sorrows
A tree that learned from it’s mistakes
So many has passed by it.
But nobody cared to stop by ,
and ask what happened to the tree.
The wind passed by ,
It was a strong one.
The tree bowed and allowed it ,
to pass by.
The wind has come by ,
and it took most of the leaves,
But the weeping tree stood there,
without moving
without reacting
and allowing the wind to take
it’s leaves away .
The tree didn’t react,
It stood there and wept while the others passed by .
At the end of the narrow street ,
there stood a weeping tree,
A tree which wept for it’s sorrows.
A tree that learned and
never learned from it’s mistakes.
A tree that stood there for the,
next wind to pass by and take
it’s leaves away.
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First Writings 