The trees
are strong.
It is not very often
that they fall over.
They fight against
the cruel wind that only
wants to nock them down.
They stand tall through anything.
They don't care what people say about them they simply grow.
I long to be like the mighty trees.
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Poetry of the soul
PoesiaA soul is precious.it speaks a thousand words. Thanks to brooklynthedwarf &sophaloaf_13 for encouraging me to post my poetry and telling me that it is actually worth while.
