a branch between
everything
heavy in winter
downtrodden in spring
n fall is clear
lose everything..
give all
for nothing
a glittering moment in the sun..
\thoughts that flow like the breeze..
n i cannot remember
fallen leaves caress me
or soft words spoken out loud....
only branches reaching out received..
not received..
n wildfires n hope n and of itself suspended in rapture...
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