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Published: 2015-06-06 12:03:14 +0000 UTC; Views: 1236; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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Green ripeby E. Alemán
Life
is
flowing
through me like a falling...
Branches of the tree,
how I hang waiting in the (thee)
shadows of my old roots.
I dream of the fall,
I want to stand up
All tall
and so short,
but free
to grow on my own roots, finally.
The material umbilical cord that holds me and nurtures me,
They're paternal ropes and chains that makes a prison so comfortable.
Flying from the nest, not an option for some, but
having the choice makes it all complicated.
A falling fruit from the tree of familial roots,
if only to seek freedom, cutting the branch
hurts the tree as well.
Life
is
flowing
through me like a falling...
Branches of the tree,
how I hang waiting in the (thee)
shadows of my old roots.
I dream of the fall,
I want to stand up
All tall
and so short,
but free
to grow on my own roots, finally.
Weak roots for the fallen fruit,
As weak feet for the fallen angel.
A flying dandelion, fragile.
Vines that must hold on, a wall to reach on.
