I am pining to be,
An anonymous pine tree,
From the dense pine forests,
To be one of the many,
I'll have brothers with me,
Standing tall and free,
No discrimination,
No social decree.
Lovers would visit,
And choose one tree,
Their names in a heart,
Wish they'd etch it on me,
Sure it will hurt!
But lesser than them,
When they break promises,
And become strangers again,
They might never come back,
I might be rooted here too,
Remembering their moments in love,
With my permanent tattoo.
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