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My shadow leaps across the street,
And rests upon a slender tree.
It’s limbs are bent down in an ark,
By some wind song after dark.
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Yet an anchored life is agony ‘Least wisdom be one’s only will. I’ll take his nature up one day- For now I jump, bleed and play. Wonderful lines on old age....I like the poem through out, , , congrats
You covered a little boys shawdow beautifully and his imagination to go with it A 10+++ well worth it
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7/20/2025 12:53:38 PM # 1.0.0
have pondered the tree’s philosophy “Longevity within standing still! ” Yet an anchored life is agony ‘Least wisdom be one’s only will........ fine pieace of work indeed. beautiful i m impdressed... rad mine old age home