The tree branches were bare,
their leaves torn from them
by the winter's harsh chill.
And while they stood
exposed and vulnerable,
they stood with strength
and pride,
knowing that they were
soon to grow back their
leaves of amber and
burgundy.
And from these trees
I learnt, that no matter
how harsh the conditions,
no matter how broken we are,
we can still stand strong,
as from the harsh conditions,
we will grow and form
something beautiful.
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Heartbreak - Poetry
PoetryShe always wrote of how she fell in love, but never of how she fell out of it. - to all the broken hearts longing to be whole again. sincerely, alyx ♡ - ♡ Highest Ranks ♡ #11 / 1.37k in Melancholy #23 / 1.37k in Poem #18/ 1.38k in Poetry ©️ alyx...
