Agatha Eliza Laposi
Your Branches Which Bend And Twist
Poem by Agatha Eliza Laposi
I am just like the tree whose roots
grow stronger during the storm,
on the same very spot,
whom despite the changing of seasons
remains the same
and branches bend and twist
to please, and to deceive
the eye of the wayfarer
who's lost in the vast field.
If you are a weed, you can't pretend you're a rose
if you are a bush you can't pretend you're a tree.
The fruits that you offer are tainted
and bitter, as you grew them
hastly, over night
like your everchanging purpose
of your "life".
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