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A hundred names carved
in the bark of this old oak.
Some hearts still beat,
some don't.
The tree doesn’t know
which is which.
It only grows.
About the Creator
Malik Kashif
Blogger | Creative Writer | Traveler | Full-Time Rver
I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm an Artist, Writer , Animal lover, traveller and free spirit
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