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When all is taken away
and the colours faded
walls crumbled and holes
gaped through the roof
I am left with nothing but
my bare-bodied soul.
The cut and the dried
surround me, yet
the grass below feet
speaks of the tender
spirit that can still creep
up and bring to life
my resolve
to rebuild
and the tiny buds
nod in agreement
giving me the strength
to step up.
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