#1945-Harvest
27/11/2022
To stand unwavering,
Firm, tall and proud.
No matter who is around.
Growing up, I craved to fit.
Belonging mattered little,
Let alone,
Those deep-rooted beliefs.
Yet with time and patience,
Most things do grow.
And how easy it is to forget,
With life’s river to flow.
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