Thought on a Winter’s Eve

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Sometimes, I hang on a thin thread,

The nourishment I need always seemingly a step away,

On some close by but unobtainable island,

Where I can hear others talking happily, laughing, peace filled.

Then, suddenly, I realize I already have soil, water, and the sun which I need.

 

To build my own forest. Right Here.

 

 

 

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