Behind the Dreaming Tree by Don Bernal
Behind the dreaming tree In our simple days We hide the thoughts taken Deep in the holes of our minds The stories we keep Locked up in the old rooms Occupied by dusty memories Hiding because we forget We know so much.  We hide the years we know Because of the pressure Of living up to our own experience We forget we learn so much We simply forget that we Are suppose to be getting better Every day We hide along the edge Of the park Peeking inside To what must be heaven Just right over there Behind the dreaming tree.
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