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strong and brave to defeat a storm

can be hurt by a thorn

saw me grow, cry, laugh and learn

gave me the shelter to bloom

gave me a shade

but I turn a blind eye to its leaves wither

but the love I had for

did favour to grow back

then came a cloudburst

tried the best not to fall

wanting to give me

the shade, the breeze, the fruits

for eternity

for all that

the love was not

enough to conquer the nature

so it left me

but I possess those

leaves and the dried branches

by my side

I shall never forget the breeze

the feeling of home

the joyous moments under its shade

be worth a treasure



->>this is dedicated to my grandfather, who recently past away <<--

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