Pieces 


Sometimes

am like a tree,

i guess…

pieces of me 

fall,

sometimes 

i am

not

like a tree,

i guess…

when i 

am afraid to let stuff 

go,

sometimes 

i suppose, i am a tree

nodding my head in Spring breezes

pushing out new shoots…

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