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The Lonesome Tree

by Bhavya Vimal
(cochin, kerala, india)

My deep root holds me down.
My tall trunk holds me high.
I watch as my fruits drawn
I can do nothing but sigh.

As the roaring-river wets my leg
I grow to be wiser
As the children come and hug
I wish I could rise
And now my days are over
As my leaves freely fly
And the winter brings cold power
I can do nothing but sigh
My arms shivered with the breeze
As I paid the price
For my life was a breeze.
I wish I could rise

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