Tree
Hear me
I'm tree
One tree in a park
Branches mostly cut
Like the men behind bars
I'm in jail, I'm in jail; I'm in jail
Look at me with wise eyes
See the parts looking eyes.
Didn't see? Look once more
On my sides all around
They seem like the wounds healed
Partly hid by skin
They are cut-branches
Wide open to wild air
Healed, not healed
Wounds dressed
Whom from?
The jailor...
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