Under the Elder tree

Under the elder tree (poem)

As i bask on the sun this winter
Under the elder tree
I feel everything right about you
i wish u were here under elder tree
On the same shade
Breathing same air,

This winter,it ain't gonna come back
I felt myself at home with you on sight
The belief and faith you carve on me
Now I see myself as child who was lost back
well,you bring me back home,
Truly to who am i
Adrenaline rush,
all the happy hormones
Noone has ever made beat heart like you,never before
U feel home,comfort home

the cosmos and stars
everything is connected
I was unaware about you last summer
this winter
everything just feels right about you and us

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