Alone


I found a pecan beneath the oak tree
So out of place, just like me
In its center a small round hole
I have one too, deep in my soul
Where do our thoughts go when our mind
begins to unravel
Where does the wind go in its many
miles of travel
Overhead, I see an airplane
I shout , take me with you
The answer,silence as quiet as the grave

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