Tree of life
No matter the way in which I grow! It is my objection to your conformity that shapes me! for if I choose your way I would surly wither and die from constriction; ligature marks about my soul...
My garden is full of bloom with possibilities, opportunities, coincidences, innuendos, hopes joys, love, burdens, risks failure and fears.
Each an individual leaf. A beautiful and unique canopy of foliage to shade my essential nature.
This is my tree of life!
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Amy
Just a wayward soul in search of enlightenment through written word. I write so that the world knows I exist. Gratitude to all who share a passion for expressing their life through written and spoken words.
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