<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Under An Oak Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet <br>With the many pieces of me <br>They all collapse without the other half</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind telling them secrets <br>The flowers singing them songs <br>But all of them horror <br>Saddened lies and deceit </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sent of a green tree so sweet and desirable <br>Just stands behind me to protect his prize <br>A rose gently swaying in the breeze <br>If carefully picked she might know how to please </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then yet again like a man of waves and fire <br>A man of stone and beard <br>Once said all women are like snakes <br>Not all snakes are venomous <br>But all snakes are deadly <br>I am different <br>And this he sees <br>Very easy to please <br>All I want is to laugh <br>To smile and to give<br>This he does </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind in my hair is so great <br>But I know the evilness it holds <br>The secrets it tells <br>Dares not to share them with me<br>Blowing the pages in my journal around <br>Like a teen to its mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The fresh due tickling my finger tips<br>As if feathers trying to make me sneeze<br>Warming my cooled face<br>The reds and yellows spying into my eyes <br>To see what I’m dreaming about <br>I see as I open my eyes <br>I was just sleeping under the oak tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mrs.+Cynosure">Mrs. Cynosure</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464090" data-title="Under An Oak Tree de Mrs. Cynosure" data-description="The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet With the many pieces of me They all collapse without the other half Wind telling them secrets The flowers singing them songs But all of them horror Saddened lies and deceit The sent of a green t..."></div> </div> </div>

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