Nina

There is a certain
grace and beauty
a tree possesses
after a powerful storm
has stripped it of its leaves

Roughed up branches hang
precariously – bloodless wounds, scrapes and scratches.
Yet, the tree – miraculously –
manages to stand tall;
poised, even

Unflinching from any pain;
she endures…

and endures
and endures

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