Written Msy 9, 2009
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Each one of our stories,
Individualized,
Became a song,
Trickling down
The streams of time
Currents brought us all
To the still waters of a deeply rooted tree
It’s branches nearly naked,
With every fallen leaf
Each barren branch, a season of our lives,
Periods of tests, suffering, and trials
Courage nourishes the tree,
As strength, rises up Eastern Skies
Reviving petals wilted off the flower that was dying,
Reopen vibrantly,
Once again blooming,
Each one of our stories,
Individualized,
Became a song,
Trickling down
The streams of time
Our stories
Our songs
Are not of our own
For they all empty into one sea
Sweet melodies,
Soundtracks of time
Peacefully play over each of our lives
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