author's intervention:
This is a poem at the request of my mother, who gave me the theme and asked me to develop the text in the form of a poem. Hope you like!
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The symbolism of the tree for many years has been related to the human figure, after all it has a lot to do with it. Just like the cycle of a tree, we have our roots, we grow, we spread, we have fruits and we age.
However, I wouldn't say I'm a tree, but rather a bonsai.
The bonsai that is always pruned by those around it, not even managing to grow its branches in the way I want and keeping its leaves always the same way. Just like a bonsai I see no way out, I am trapped in life and form, because all my opportunities, just as the leaves were cut, I am left with just an empty container to keep my roots in the same place.
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Midnight Poems
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