bound

if all the willows

mourned at once

and bent

in steeped

despair,

with branches

sunk

in waters edge

with leaves straining

for breath,

there might be

for a moment brief,

a space-

where water meets

such indelibly

tragic life,

and in that breath,

the earth

would lose

it’s seemless way..

and not know,

how it is supposed

to give life

anymore.

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