I am a delicate fruit
Bore from the tree of life
The intertwined roots,
The emerging leaves,
Winter's cold
Autumn's breeze
Spring's blossom
And summer's warmth_
My heart's pain
My mind's thought
My body's renewed
My soul's enlightened_my life is foretold
Yet my story still unfolds
Miss Lebo
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