Till The End Of My Own Time Poem by RIC BASTASA

Till The End Of My Own Time

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the tree that i love
is gone
someone cut it
i did not mind at all
my fault then

what i have now are
the stories of the tree
i see shadows of its leaves
and they dance
with the wind till night time

to appease my longing
i see that tree in
everything be it grass
or stone or
river or
even those walls and
stairs

i am sick my friend says
but i am gone
someone took my real self away
and i did not mind
at all

and then i live every moment of
my life
in my shadows in my hands that
dance with the wind
till the end of my
own time

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