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Saturday, July 07, 2007

POETRY - The Tree

The Tree

What if I

Were a precious seed

Off the rarest tree?

And your job

Was to implant me

Deep inside your heart…

Would you water me?

Tend to me


Would you check on me


To see what I need?

Or would you

Let the weeds

Of time and neglect

Overtake me

Chokin' the new shoots of love

Trying hard to grow

'cause they won't you know

& the fact that

You've taken

your gift for granted

will begin to show

as I

whither and die

'till there's nothing left inside

except an empty space

where once stood in it's place

a rare and beautiful tree


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