A wretched branch of a tree,
Always cut off to free,
The tree from unwanted ugliness,
The branch long ago lost its importance.
Abandoned on the ground,
It saw new leaves come around.
It experienced loss and agony,
But at least it cherished some great memories.
It died with no regrets,
Keeping in mind, life could never have been any great.
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HEART AND MIND...
PoetryA set of poems to accept yourself and to work on yourself...poems for traveling far away from what you are and what you could be, maybe in your fantasy. Poems for broken hearts, poems to love hard. Poems to live in reality and poems to get lost in w...
