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Underneath my toes
Observe the happiness
of mother’s soil,
underneath my cold
purple toes,
the smiles present
on there warm faces,
they sing and dance
as the sun rest,
shadows appear,
find security
in there warm homes,
I am left alone,
in the highest point,
shadows whispering to my ears
is getting cold,
as every movement I make,
is filled with pain,
veins attached
to the once growing leaves,
in this old abandon tree,
it feeds out my veins,
refuses for me to lay,
so continues to hover me
with his hands,
my body gets numb,
even a smirk of faith
feels my structure with pain,
sunrise shows evidence of a nice life,
but I’m so high
yet cant touch the sky,
as my once blood
who dripped like rain,
dries within my veins,
old tree has sucked my life,
vision becomes unclear,
I smirk for compassion,
seeing the people under my toes,
I want the tree to let go,
don’t mind
the great impact
to the floor,
the pain will fade away,
yet in this position,
in this tree of ambition,
draining away my vision,
seen the happiness in mothers soil,
underneath my toes,
here in a high point
-che
