Broken Twig
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In each twig that breaks off
Like tired zest of an idealist
For the wind blew against it
Slapping and thrashing
The flailing arms and legs
In each twig I find a reason
My struggle hasn't ended
My words have not bended
I can still walk towards that elusive light
Though the twig lies broken
I can still carry myself
Through the tunnel of falling beams.
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