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