I have no more leaves
To shelter your fatigue
For I am a tree
Rooted in autumn
But I still have branches
Though dry and brittle
They can still hold
Your silence
If spring comes to me
I'll call you to pick
All the blossoms on my body
And in each new fig
You will find a reason to believe
That all is not over yet.
Awesome! ! ! ! We all go through this experience after 40/50. No matter what but experience and love counts. Full*****
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