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Dec 2019
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like a tree,

     i have

        lost all

   of my

          leaves.

but,

     as the snow

        dresses me,

    i realize that

       i am not dead

           but rather,

   i am simply, free.

        free to

    stand against

        every gale,

every breeze,

            never alee.

and i will,

     because even

         goliath - the giant he,

          was fell by

      by a mortal

         named David,

just like me.
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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