A crossroad-load

Roads go crix-crax
As life does.
When they cross,
A story comes
With its secrets,
With its loads.

There’s a crossroad
Where’s a tree.
Under the tree,
There’s a load
Secretly burrowed
That no one should see.

Where’s the crossroad,
A tree is seen
Who has only one sin
That it is sorrowed
By the secret burrowed
Under the tree.

On the crossroad,
Leaves are seen.
They are keen
Since they’re sorrowed
By written tears followed
That everyone can see.

Where’s the crossroad,
Mortals were seen.
When trees weren’t seen,
Both were mellowed.
They eternally burrowed
A secret under a tree.

There’s the crossroad
Where’s the tree.
Under the tree,
There’s the load
Secretly burrowed
That no one would feel.

Benyamin Bensalah

13.08.2017

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