Writings on Life, War, and Exploration

Am I Not A Man?

Trees touched with sunlight,
As I walk this beaten path.
Birds sing their songs,
As winds blow through branches with their butter laughs.
Am I not a man,
Because scabs leave scars of a bitter past?

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