Social Woods
THE SOCIAL WOODS
I do not wish to be
a merely me
I' d like to share
and stay aware
that i am hardly a rock
sandstoned by time
everyday i losen a leaf
for someone else in need
it' s like a Sura brief
filled with love to feed
here I stand
catching roots
like hand in hand
feeding all the Goods
The open soul will always meet you as a friend, Keep your
good strife going!
Madrason
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