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Apr 2020
How well do you know me
I've cried and smiled
They took away the shade to my roots
They cut my arms, my wings.

The sun smiles, the sun cries
I merry for such a prize.
For again my shade blossoms
And my arms stretch once more,
Beyond my reach.

I'm a tree in a forest,
And such is my pain.
Written by
Tapiwa Mesah  24/M/Zimbabwe
(24/M/Zimbabwe)   
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