offshootA Poem by seathnothing but metaphorsno matter how you try to cut the same old branches of the tree still it would continue to grow... and associate itself to the plant beside it which bears the same appearance..same as humans you may try to seclude the the little plant...or put it in a pot but soon enough when it grows...it would reach for the same blue sky breathe the same purging air... and wave to the same old,familiar face...which YOU all have tried to erase.... there is a boomerang pray good Lord would you strike them with one.
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Added on February 8, 2013 Last Updated on February 8, 2013 AuthorseathPhilippinesAboutthese verses i --- had (carved for),and craved for expression... i owe it to the idealism which is possessed by my consciousness more..Writing
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