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Just Be

Can’t appease greed with food and drink,
Material is not the solution they think,
One hundred years ago my family was sick,
Now most of them are rich,
But still some souls stay poor,
Demanding the rights to my spirit,
I used to sell it,
Now I give it for free,
Because it’s hard to understand,
Why I need nothing from them,
And why they need something from me.

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New Leaves on the Old Trees is a collection of poetry about love, war, death, rebirth, healing and transformation. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions. (under construction - thanks for following/liking in interim phase)

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