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 THE HEALING TREE
Torn amongst life's sorrows
I go without direction.
The limbs reach out and follow.
My friends are the connection.
These branches that grow
with heartfelt affection.
Each one has a purpose in life.
But sometime I feel defection.
In these times of great loss.
I go without direction.
Alas I did plea with certainty
to bring back the connection.
Michaela Warren 2011
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