Whistling an lonely tale
It was recorded on a piece of tree bark
You peeled off remember?
It was a promise on behalf of leaves, stars and squirrels
Beautiful flowers grew on the tree
But it's never told how long it lasts
The next autumn, I was left alone
around the tree where the bark's from
fallen leaves, full of the memory trail
----Robin
Inspired by Ólafur Arnalds' Ljósið
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