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May 2016
The seed I planted grew.
It grew strong.
Its roots anchored deep to the ground.
It sprang off a cloud of leaves.

A storm had come.
Thunderclaps shook the land.
Lightning hit the trunk.
Strong wind slapped the branches.

The leaves withered,
Fell,
I can't tell.

But the tree is not dead yet I know.
Not until all leaves fall.
Judas
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Judas  Philippines
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