TREES
Alfred Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.










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Telepathic.... sonic waves.
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~ Smile, it confuses people.
I appreciate it a lot! ^__^
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"Nadie ha muerto de amor, otra cosa es el suicidio"
JC
My clubs:
the sky club [link]
traditional artists [link]
I appreciate it
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Sorry for my English ^^"
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"We can do nothing but to see the times go by in the path, which God has chosen..."
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jaa,
sano
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"At the miserable end of that war
All the verbs became bullets
All the nouns became explosives
And the crisp interjections
Became sharp sounds that resounded all over.
And so the ceasefire was settled in total silence
In the wordless signature." -ji
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Cada vez que ves un arco iris, Dios está teniendo sexo gay
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