Just A Tree

by Christos Polydorou

​You mistook me for love, 

itself. But I am just a tree 

trying to be me. Did I shrink 

in the moment the light went

away? Did I fit perfectly

in the palm of your hand

so you can throw me away?

​You mistook me for love, 

itself. But I am just a tree 

trying to be me.

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