Treasure Island

Dillon McKenna


Biography of Dillon McKenna

I wish I knew what I wanted to do, but I don't.
I wish I would find a way to you, but I won't.
I wish I could find what to say, but I can't.
So here I'll stay, while there you stand.

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Tree

These leaves know not what move them,
Nor this trunk, this bough, this stem.
These fruits are not for me,
But for you, for I am a tree,
And cannot use them.
For you and your own
And I need not be adored,
My gifts merit no reward,
But when the wind resounds with my moan,
Remember the sounds of your own.

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