Title: The Tree
by Georgina B | in writing, poetry
This is where I've been growing for the past years,
Holding onto each branch I broke.
Surrounded by my debris,
Forgotten stories scattered through the breeze,
Rushed memories left on leaves.
My life keeps changing,
Spreading it's blanket of leaves,
Letting the bark touch the corners of my mind,
The clouds caught on my skirt.
I can almost see the world
Tell me never to fall.
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