They say her words were like balloons
with strings I could not hold,
that her love was something in a shop
cheap and far too quickly sold;
but the tree does not price its apples
nor the sun its selling power
the rain does not gossip
or speak of where it goes.
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but the tree does not price its apples nor the sun its selling power the rain does not gossip or speak of where it goes. Excellent Poem