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Luis Echevarría / Perromalo

I AM A TREE

Today my arms are the branches that whisper with the breeze of your breath

And I feel the bark of my skin harden at the warmth of your embrace,

As the roots of my feet grow in the soil of your soul.

Because there is where I live

And see the ring of the time carving the wood of my heart.

And I don’t belong to this world anymore

Because a tree is what I am.

  • 2016