Stripped naked to the most inner core
as during winter
a leafless tree stood very near to death
a branch did splinter;
as if out of proportion drawn, printed
on a printer;
lonesome my heart was there in the weather,
as nothing good could bring us together.
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Amazing metaphorical depiction of heart's lonesome calling. A lovely scribe! PEACE