New Born
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Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Let see....beneath.....
a big thick tree trunk.
Little leaves coming out....
They push their arms,
as hard as,
they can,
from the loose earth.
Not loud,
quiet and noiseless.
It has to be....
because otherwise,
They will be trampled.
They....
press and press,
nevertheless....
They....
still hold out!
