aren't we all
a lonely tree
in a desperate landscape
our roots
in the past
of the path
we went
our branches curved
and naked
as a winter's tale
reaching
for the grey sky
of an unknown future
shut up
in fences
all around
for safety's sake
not understanding
that opening up
will bring us
maybe
one day
the deep love
of summer's
growing pain
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