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The Mangrove Tree.

The Mangrove Tree
In the hatreds of the swamp
Many seeds and stems
Faced the exam of nature
Raised head but decayed.

Brainless maggots in filth
Cut and eats and hops
Pulls them into the clay
Many seeds and stems.
In the hatred of the swamp.

But in that Mangrove seed
Rough and tough with a dart
Made the grip and stands
Deep inside with love
That sprouts with lush

Awakes to look at the sun
Moving in the cool breeze
Playing with sea waves
It made the flowers, so
Beautiful the landscape
And stand together for
The nest of colored birds.

In the hatreds of the swamp.
It made a heart of love
In the hatreds of the swamp.
It made a heart of love
The Mangrove Tree.
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The Mangrove Tree.

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