I stand…

I have a thousand storms etched away in my flying leaves
Lovers trysts, whispered words and fervent promises in my shadows
A traveler’s tired snores and a hasty lunch remains in my roots
Sweaty palms and a game of hide and seek imprinted on my bark
I stand here alone with my bareness to surround me
And stories of life running through my veins.
(Here is me reciting this for you on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/tanzila/i-stand

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