STORY OF MY LIFE

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I was born a boy---well so they said
And so I believed them cause I had no choice 
And so my journey began
Like the seed, I was planted in the earth 
Then came the rain to water me---though I knew not this 
Then it ceased and it was now the sun 
It burned me---so I presumed 
Oh I hated the heat
I felt dejected 
Then came other seasons not on the climate list---at least not that of my location 
Seasons without names
Seasons yet to be understood 
Then came the wind of transformation 
A little plant in the nursery 
Empty of everything and feeble 
A little plant with no will-power of its own 
became an Acacia tree birthing the strongest of woods 
What happened? 
Let's ask that Wind. 
Par: Sambasy 
08/07/18         09:30am

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  1. Unknown7 January 2020 at 20:58

    ...what happened let's ask that wind love this beautiful ending
    What wind?
    The one that has blown away
    Or the one you can't even see hear
    Until it taps you on the back whispering some melodies of goodbyes in your ears...
    It's so good keep it up

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  2. Emjay5 September 2020 at 11:21

    I love the narrative style of the piece, telling the story needed in a distinct manner, including every fact. Simple, yet a lot embedded in its simplicity. It's also amazing to see strength emerge from all the uncertainties, though it's now in our place to solve the arithmetical equation which I summarize as "survival"
    It's a revealing piece.
    Well done.

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