Can’t stay where I’ve been, gone before the end. Brought by the forest that breathed inside, the trees in my yard are begging to stay. Have nowhere to go, the caravans left. Holds no distance within, the power of praying. The trees have departed I gaze at the sea. So wonderful gifts, no time left for me.
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