Penpal,  Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense

Penpal no. 7

blank letter paper with envelope near dried sprig
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Wooden out by axe,
both my worries and the fallen dried oak.
Was it too much to say what I said?
My anxiety delivered by the sharp steel, cutting out chips of wait.

De un hachazo abajo,

Tanto mis preocupaciones como el caído roble.

¿Dije demasiado?

Mi ansiedad es acero afilado,

Cortando pedacitos de espera.

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