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Palm Tree
JD ( / )

Palm Tree

What ever may be,
may be,
when it comes to me,
one may see,
how another
could be
in love
with me.
You asked me questions,
of what might one think
of me.
He answered those questions,
that waded upon the minds.
Yet, still
l do not know,
what is to be.
Wonder lives in me.
Thoughts of what could be,
feels tender and sweet.
Therefore, even tho'
time is time;
it might bring forth a new hole,
for a different kind of tree.
Which the leaves would be
covered with love to hold.
Forever and ever,
for you, and for me
to be,
floating into

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Comments (1)

This is a really sweet poem. Enjoyed reading it.