Sitting By A Tree
As the clouds pass,
I want this moment to last.
As the trees blow,
I wish you could know.
As the grass may sway,
I think about you day and day.
Nature knows what's in my heart,
And it knows you had me from the start.
While all this is coming to me,
I'm just a girl who,
Is sitting,
By a lonely dead tree.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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