Pine Tree

All that matters the most should be washed away to the embrace of the ocean,

And you need to run, run, run,

Through the woods, silence yourself within the air that is so dense,

Have you?

Gone you may not, thick and thin,

But on the edge of your heart which broken and left,

You would find your soul; hiding yet dancing.

Cipete, 21 Februari 2016

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