Bye for good
Saw a mask by roadside,
Then, many coffee-cups,
And lot of other junks…
Thrown were to bushes
That mother the berries,
Pink, maroon, red, green.
"This is the last breath! "
Said one orphaned tree.
Meant it was poisoned
From the loose litter...
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