The Tree is Dead
A tree will be standing, barren of leaves and life,
Long before you realise that the tree is rotten to the core,
Long before you comprehend that the tree has been dead for ages.
Cling on to this tree, and you cling on to your own decay.
Persist in hugging the dead tree and you suffocate the dreams in you,
Carry on embracing the past and you obliterate what could be your future...
[From the poem collection „On the Verge of Reality“ by Roman Beljajev | Copyright © 1966]
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