Its the same branch
same is the tree
Thoughts are also like a traveler
they come and go
I m the same tree
standing in the same place
in the sun shining bright..
The thoughts come in my shadows
and leave me on their way
Some thoughts give me water
some hit me with the axe
leave me wounded
some come and apply some balm
at the night fall
beneath the stars
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