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Beneath The Branches
by Erica
The long branches covered
her weeping face,
to the other trees,
she was a definite disgrace.
One day she gave her heart
to the Wind,
and He gently picked the branches up,
to show her face again.
He asked, "Did you not know...
the reason for which you were born?
I made you and let them hurt you
so that you would know how
to shelter others from the storm."
©2001 Erica
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