Blossoming

September 30, 2015

I am a growing tree

but I'll always be cut down.

They tore out all of my flowers,

and threw them on the ground.

Yet I'll continue growing,

I'm never going to stop.

Even if they all uproot me

my heart refuses to rot.

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