These old years that i aged
an old oak to the string
it glowed those sunflowers did
as i rise from dawn to dusk
i face thy, a stormy night
the catamarans lay undivided
that would change my fate
the petals on an autumn morning
that leaf is a masterpiece
the oak did not lend me his years
to face the sun was i born
now i side with it like a leaf………

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