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Jul 2017
The branches are weak
Weak to bear fresh leaves
Leaves that cloth a tree
Tree that gives us air
Air, that we breath in
In within, that satisfies our soul
Soul, that has been ruptured
Ruptured by the fake love
Love, a pure element
Element that blends in nature
Nature absorbs the pain
Pain, that washes away in the rain
Rain gives us life, a second chance
Chance to flourish and to live again...

©sim
Loop style
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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     ---, Jayantee Khare, --- and Jobira
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