The soul is a tree
It may not always bloom
But it will survive also the cold periodsIt needs a solid ground
Or it might fallThe branches may crack under the weight of life
But they can heal
Though it may take some timeIt reaches out for other trees to hold on to
It reaches out for the lightThe soul is a tree
Let it grow
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PoesíaPoetry from my heart and soul given to you in the hope that you will enjoy it.