Everyone, in my life, grow a tree,
Trees become forests, and forests lead to animals.
There I like the birds, I hate the gray wolf,
There are countless other unknown animals
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Life, trees, animals, forest.. all grow in my life, birds, building an ark for them, in the heart, Oh, the ark of life, if I removed you, Can you return to a lovely bird? It is still wandering. My pigeon as a symbol which did not come back. Very nice symbols, original thinking and use of words…… thank you dear poet for this poem.. tony
Thank you Tony, your comments made me feel warm, I have the motivation to write more poems.
Perhaps love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You are so friendly, I will share more poems for you.