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Nov 2016
My liberal broad-mind is a tree,
each branch carries the weight
of an independent hope, fear,
anxiety and dream.
When the wind imposes,
when it whistles, howls and blows,

you can hear each of my independent emotion's haunting cries.
They cry because I've let them go. 
They're now lost in limbo - it's somewhat disturbing and morbid,
I know!
But that's just how it goes!

By Lady R.F ©2016
Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad
Written by
Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad  Sydney, Australia.
(Sydney, Australia.)   
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