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I left my Tree to bare

it's own fruit,

to stand against the wind,

Alone for it's previous sin

And it pains me, flogs at ..... an exposed heart to see that beautiful Tree forfeited,

by a rational mind bounded by self-afflicted emotional wounds

I left my Tree to bare it own fruit, to fight the waves of the coming sea, oh how it pains me, oh how it flogs at my soul, the toil that can never be fully told...

Secrets! How I loath them. Shall we fly to a undiscovered corner of the globe. Drop them in Middle Earth, Lost Loves’ legends never to re-told. Until time runs in reverse and the Un-Living are streaming motion once again.

And if it had not been for that Previous Sin, I would have love thee. Fought off floating oceans and crisscross urban jungles to steal a glimpse of just one leaf of that Tree.

Oh how it pains me, oh how shall I bare the burden of that sweet fruit being tasted by someone other then me. Or worse, Salted Seas that steal the moisture from the Oceans’ breeze

Back an forth thrashing at the roots. It Stands tall! Reach for the never ending light. AHHHHhhh, toil toil toil.... And then.... !

And Then!

Forgiveness... you...no...WE are at peace