Just a taste:
REGRET
I’m
exactly like a finely aged tree
The
rings on its cut branch shows the layers of its life
It
has no regrets about the way the rings formed,
The
time it took to end that layer and begin a new one
It
regrets not the reason behind the scars it forms when part of it is
cut
It
forces itself to grow taller, to grow stronger
To
never regrets because it knows, if it regrets at all, it will wither
to nothing
And
that can never be an option
Amazing huh? She can write! So tune in often because there are many more surprises to come!
That's my side of it,
Angel
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