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a poem about divorce
THE TREE

As if a mystic force came upon what we had.
In a split second, it withered away all that I thought to be true.

How could it be? What seemed so solid, had no roots indeed… and it makes me wonder.

How is it that the tree could have held up high for so long if it really had no roots?

Perhaps it was grown in a plant pot and not on solid ground like all other trees grow.

I suppose then, that it DID have roots, not very strong ones, but roots after all.

And how to deny that the tree existed if I see the fruit it produced?
Its fruit is the apple of my eye!
I love thy fruit, and always will, the purest part of our love.

---Artemisa Campana
9/12/2012
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