A Poets Tale
I'm sitting on the weakest branch in the tree...
If I didn't then you know it just wouldn't be me...
There is no nest to keep me safe from falling down...
But if I hear cracks I jump to the next with my sweet frown...
A dark distant drop is the fate one has when chances are taken...
No glass walls or bubbled mats to shelter a soul not shaken...
Be yourself , speak your mind and your dreams will be for real...
Use your hands to paint your own rainbows ,and be one who feels...
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