"by their fruit"
trees
by their yield
are known
but i -
my sap is sealed
my root is dry
a muted weight descends
listening
(to the sepulchre)
with stranded attention
death
too
can be sweet
in the dying breeze
thereafter, leaves fall
silent
.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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enjoyed my friend
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