Mothering Tree
Tree, how can you be free
if you always have leaves?
And leaves how can you be?
What happened to the independence that’s forged from dependency?
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
