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Still Life With Trees

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Just like a tree...  
My leaves changing color...
And my roots remain the same
Detailed as a shadow...
Sunny whispers of confidence
It seems to be  the reality of existence

A tree grows...
It happens in my own time
I make myself carry on  
Even when I say to myself  it is impossible...  
My deepest destiny choosing the secrets and the clues
Choosing the time when I will fully bloom...

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Written by Marks
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