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Battered, broken tree
reaching up toward heaven
tears will heal your soul
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True Story...
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I miss you.
It's been so long since I've seen your face,
that all I have are these dusty old memories.
I used to wake from slumber
to feel your ..
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Sing to me Mother Earth,
so that I may hear your heartbeat.
listen closely to the lonely lullaby:
The air is heavy with your solemn, saddened sighi..
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I would trade apound of happiness
for an ounce of sadness.
I would exchange a tablespoonof joy
for a teaspoon of pain.
I would give abushel ofkiss..
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I sleep amongst whispers of the clouds,
dance along with the rythm of the sun,
talk to the whistling southern winds,
my tears rain down and cleanse..
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This is a reflection of the past year or so of my life. I'm to the point now where I think I should look back and appreciate all that I have now.
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It's funny how looking back, I don't remember spending more than 6 months with my sister. And although I don't know everything about her-in my soul I ..
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The events of a morning that is not running smoothly.
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I rummage through the corners of my mind,
Sorting, filing, organizing what i find.
Pesky memories, holding tightly,
running rampant, haunting night..
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