If only they could speak
The stories they would tell…
The tree and the old building are not too far apart
But they seem to stand in different worlds
Could I have been there
And you here?
Are our gods separate
Or is this a quirk of fate?
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I had an interesting day and took a few photos.
These two reminded of the above verse from my poem You Look Like Me
SONYA KASSAM 
old trees and old buildings, sometimes i wish i could speak to them, they have seen so much so many stories to tell, enjoyed your poem. :)
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Dear Sonya,
This is a *wonderful* poem!
All good wishes,
robert
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