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written by: Ingela(saja)



The tree, so magnificent, with its' branches way up high.

Some of them seem to reach so far they touch the sky.

Sitting on a rock, looking at the tree.

Wonder what went wrong, what happened to you and me?

How many times I sat here?  Too many to remember,

Too many times crying, thinking of surrender.

The Storm has come, I'm freezing cold! Still watching the old tree.

And for a second I was sure the snare looked back at me...



Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain

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