by SMOKEGWW
(CHINA)
The one-eyed old man gazed at his hollowed tree,
Free land of desire and for worms of greed,
Full of broken thoughts,he turned to his seed,
There are better earths for him to seek,
Later the wind listens to the whimper of the tree.
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