It’s the kindest heart of the birch tree (400th Post)

Since this is my 400th post, I’m dedicating this post to the birch tree.

Help me gardener, I’m grieving.  You were uprooted and taken away even before you had the chance to grow in these wide plains.

The dew you’ve left me are drying up fast. Robin’s grieving as well but I’m hiding them — devoid of all emotions — unwilling to let you go but you assured your presence to me. And that’s all I could ask for.

The impossible birds are being strewed all over the area. Expectations’ killing me. Even the slightest thought would stir the impossible dream.

I’d be lying if I said I’m not missing you but you’re better off at your side of the plains.

Thank you so much to those who are following any reading my blog.



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