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Thursday, October 27, 2022

Each word within will grow me,

From roots they strengthen,

For I am a tree,

Growing that branch,

Colorful leaves,

Which fall from me,

Now a tree without leaves,

So bare, I look skinny, I look wimpy…

When windy, flimsy—but don’t stand beneath me.

For I am still, I am heavy, and withholding trust,

A build up of dust, out of roots I once….

Watered one by one, day by day,

Erecting a tree, these branches,

And leaves, which dances,

From winds to rain,

Again and again,

This must be,

My trend.

-Budd

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