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Jul 2020
a weep-
ing willow
with dried tearsβ€”
perhaps it learned to
hold hands with its fears.
I wonder if its roots are still
tangled in self-pity, if it realizes
what a waste it is to not notice its
own beauty. I know its branches
of hope will forever climb up the
sky, for it is a strong warrior
whose spirit will never,
ever die.
Lotus May
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Lotus May
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