How could I grow roots?I am just a bird with bleeding wings

of struggle, battling demons.

If I would fall in love with a tree,

perhaps if I ireversibly would fall in love with a tree

with long long branches, so long they bend down

swaying its leaves above the ground,

kissing the roots.

I would stay, live with him and he would be my world.

“I will make you the flower everblooming with clean perfume.”

Andreea Garden, February 2017

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