I see her name, distant
and wonder
how she has grown, is she doing fine?
It’s been a while,
and, though I'm set in stone,
she is young and forming,
most likely not the same
except at her core
where I prefer to dwell…
Though new branches sprout,
her roots will not change-
I see her leaves turn color
yet they still have the same name;
I have the new and the old to ponder in her now,
and I wonder...
what she now wears on the surface
and what she keeps hidden inside...
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Wow...
Another perfect piece of poetry. I cannot say I have changed much, save for perhaps finding myself a bit more stable these days. Growing up. It is nice to have a purpose in one's life. Thank you for this- It is wonderful.
~Amy
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thanks for the look- made me come back and improve it...
perfect... hmmm... nice subject for the next piece...
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And improve it you did. I think I found more meaning in it, this time around. Indeed, it seems I still have more growing to do. I love this poem because it is so straightforward, but still relates things in an elegant, poetic manner. Thank you for writing this, and I am glad I found these again
I hope you are well.
~Amy
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thanks once again- it wasn't beyond improvement still...
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I like the way this holds on to the past and imagines the changes.
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*Claps*
Yay! I love it!
I love the personification of a tree being a person! Their roots and core really do stay the same!
*river dances*
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