Banana Tree

Learning, life, love, Poetic
Live once, no regret,
Said banana trees. They die
After giving fruits.

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the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse – them in one
unlearn, my dear…. let go
my finding me is like finding a piece of unpolished sapphire, not diamond which is too high value nor gravel which is too low – maybe it’s gonna be unpolished forever but at least I know it’s a sapphire, not diamond not gravel