See that tree over there?
It's just me. The sum of my shadowed legacy
Standing alone, invisible
my bent gnarled weathered body twisted
distorted contorted blackened branches
smoldering
waiting for death
Nothing more.
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I would like to translate this poem
Couldn't imagine YOU being invisible, Shane. And when a tree stands alone it's MORE visible than one amongst a forest. Think about it! Love, Fran xx