The Pain of Tree

I will take a little cloud
and wipe off all my tears.
It's so painful for me to see
the broken, crippled tree.

I will care about its hurts,
I will worry about its torments.
I am ready in every moment
to shed my blood to stop its pains.


© Poem and photography by Katerina Marinovska.


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