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Poetry

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THE OLD PEAR TREE

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Wing

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Born next to the wine.

And next to the bread.

Sacred simplicity.

Human growth.

One hand for you.

Wide. Directly.

Like a germ

In fruit soil.

Born next to the wine.

And next to the bread.

Human-

Man assigned.

In the cold day.

And in the dark night.

We are different in color.

And faiths.

In our chest-

one heart.

And if stones fall

From the Sky...

She, the bird lives,

In the swish of a wing.

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