I am a tiny tree,
Ignored, rejected and insignificant,
And then you came,
Bringing out the best in me.
Making me glow,
Making me beautiful,
I know this will pass,
Pass like everything else.
I know I will be left empty,
With every part of me falling,
But I submit to fall,
Experiencing the best I could be before I fall.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.


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