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What if when we imitate trees
We’re upside down
And their roots are really their arms
Hanging on for dear life
What if our legs are meant to be the branches
Dancing in the breeze
So that the rings of life
Circle our hearts
And the falling Rain
Washes us feet first
So that we start as seeds
And reach forever deeper as we grow
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am i so very behind here? this is beautiful. beautiful.
Posted by: terri | October 03, 2010 at 09:55 PM