Blue Van (The)
The Poet Tree
Peel the paper from the bonesA seed waits beneath the soilThe ink is pushing further up your spineFrom your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heartWeight bends the birches lowFades more with every blowA whisper spreads the letters randomlyFrom your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heartShould someone carve a heartLet the blood hit the groundIt adds a bit of truth, turns the chestnut into the sweetest fruitDon´t let the raven nestDon´t let it flyBye bye
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