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My roots are slowly starting to die
I ache when they touch a branch
My trunk got filled with diseases
And I mourn because
My wood is filled with a pang
Times change
And my regrets shout
If only I embraced the storm
If only the lighting was a lesson
If only I could see
That when a fruit perish
A new one grows
If only
But I chose to become lifeless
And desire what they have
Early mornings they watch the sunrise
And sing with the birds
Midday their fruit get plucked
And get rewarded for floruit
At night they watch the stars
And gird themselves for the battle
And I emerged saying
It is never too late combatant
It is my time to flourish
It is never to late fighter
It is my time to rue
It is never to late soldier
It is my time to REVIVE.
-Whisperpoetry
I ache when they touch a branch
My trunk got filled with diseases
And I mourn because
My wood is filled with a pang
Times change
And my regrets shout
If only I embraced the storm
If only the lighting was a lesson
If only I could see
That when a fruit perish
A new one grows
If only
But I chose to become lifeless
And desire what they have
Early mornings they watch the sunrise
And sing with the birds
Midday their fruit get plucked
And get rewarded for floruit
At night they watch the stars
And gird themselves for the battle
And I emerged saying
It is never too late combatant
It is my time to flourish
It is never to late fighter
It is my time to rue
It is never to late soldier
It is my time to REVIVE.
-Whisperpoetry
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