Roots planted deep. Limbs are weary and tired, The wind is a push of imagination, its coming this way My curves and details are overseen, I am tugged at, broken, and cut off I am there for strength, to help you hold on I have been carved in, the past still lingers.
I liked this even though I'm not quite sure I understand it completely. You made a comparison between a tree and your soul, i wouldn't have thought of that but how you wrote it made sense. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteI agree, i also di not completely understand it the first time i read it, but after reading it a second time i got. It was very interesting very imaginative, i liked it. good Job
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