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I relinquished

Now I am relieved
From the cause of my grief
That was turned to stone
And a burden for the soul
That could never be solved
Before I had reached my fall
On the burning ground
Where I could have never found
Such calmness and peace
And the gentle breeze
In the shade of this tree
Who has forsaken his leaves
That he was incumbent to care
Struggled till he was pared
Down to the last bits of his bole
Without the strength to secure
A tiny bit of the fight
Against the gales of the night
With the blithely leaves
Had no intentions to leave
What was needed to subsist
Except the will to persist
For an unknown cause
But still it was better than to rot
And die for naught
After the fights he fought
Where he gave everything he'd ever got
Still they couldn't beget the seed
Ascribed to the fate's whimsical deed
To thwart the tree till death
So like the tree I took a final breath
And relinquished
To escape to replenish
To start my search for a way
In the mask of the gentle rays
For a placid man's run
To see where he could be at the end of that sun

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Submitted on August 25, 2014

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