But I was sorry when they took it away.
I still miss the laugh of joy of the children on the swing.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
SCARPE
11 years ago
Sunday, 26 October 2008
THE WOUND
It was hurting with its thick rope. It made a deep wound in my bark.
But I was sorry when they took it away.
I still miss the laugh of joy of the children on the swing.
But I was sorry when they took it away.
I still miss the laugh of joy of the children on the swing.
Friday, 10 October 2008
THE BLANKET
They stopped the car, they walked towards me and lay an old blanket on the ground.
When they embraced enjoying the shadow of my leaves I recognized them.
They used to meet here, forty years ago.
When they embraced enjoying the shadow of my leaves I recognized them.
They used to meet here, forty years ago.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
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