From The Shadow of the tree
i'm with my father's shelter
like a butterfly who sought to cry for his attention,
i grew up with manners
to not to cut down his branches,
he discipline me to how to
became rooted during my seizure time
as for return, we should love the tree, our father
even though he have an mental illness or paralized
because the love of the father is meaningful
than the fruit of the eden.

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