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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #297 Roots, stems & Branches


Our hope starts small

an almost imperceptible seed

with an infinite potential.


Then the roots grow

endlessly into the soil,

untouchable, unobstructed.


Until, when least expected,

it burst forth mighty and powerful,

a beacon to all that surrounds it.


Its branches a sanctuary for all

who are weary and troubled,

all who are searching for peace.

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