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Oct 2014
You were born and your roots anchored you into existence
   You grew up, feeding off light
   But nowadays, in moments of night
   You have thoughts of uprooting      
   yourself

And I want to be the sun that gives you life
         I want to be every leaf that you  
         grow

You think your time is over
But you need to wait for spring
Natasha Amy France
Written by
Natasha Amy France  JHB, South Africa
(JHB, South Africa)   
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