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Poetry

As the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul

Tree of Life

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by JohnLynd

by JohnLynd

We grow from seeds

Fall in love like leaves

Part ways like branches

We grow from seeds

Stand firm by our roots

Cut down to our stumps.

We grow from seeds

Sheltered in bark

Eroded by fungus.