A Tree

A way of being must be found

To balance the stones and the dreams I carry

Pebbles to keep my roots in

Dreams to keep my leafs high

And somone must supply the water…


Just something that came to me one day when I stayed in bed till late, during vacation time. It was as is, in less than a minute, like it surfaced slowly from the deep, not really made by me.

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