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but if a branch
falls down,
from a tree,
the tree itself won't die,
instead it will
flourish; set aflame,
dancing with
the sky;
but if the leaves
fade,
and slowly change,
the tree itself won't die,
birds will chirp,
songs will be sung,
autumn time has
come;
but if the tree
falls down,
to the ground,
the soul itself won't die,
it will stay forever,
die, it will never,
the cycle has
begun.
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Hot Water & Honey
Poetrya collection of poems from my innermost thoughts or as i would like to call it, my hot water and honey! don't forget to vote comment and like!! this is for you if you're constantly fighting a war in your head but never able to say anything about it...
