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Nov 2013
a branch is a struggle
every leaf a memory,
each smile a victory.
growth is patience
the winds that blow may bend you
but buds become twigs become branches become limbs:

the trains of thought that are faucets of the Whole;
Trinities' sum is still 1.
Singular & Complete
but controlled, organized,
knotted & divided.
nourish me
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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