Poetry · Writing

oak base

chances are

the me you knew yesterday

is gone;

shifted

learned something new experienced something different saw something

unique

he might still walk and breathe the same

the tree you walk past everyday

you wouldn’t notice it everyday

but a new leaf sprouted

founded

on yesterday

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