Thoughts 1 through 7.


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7. 7.

I hope the trees stand tall by my side,

They will let their newborn blossoms kiss my shoulders,

Greeting me as I join the world.

 

I hope the foreign rivers rush to greet my feet,

They will tell me stories of their youth,

Speaking in their native tongue.

 

I hope the chestnuts fall to my hands,

They will prick the hands of my family as we open their burs,

To enjoy their succulent produce.

 

I hope the mountains never escape my sight,

That the cold laugh of their snow will bring me comfort,

As I pass through, for the last time.

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