18 July 2013
The wind lashed at the trees. The rain
Cascaded down the trunk, and sprays
Like tears of sorrow dropped upon
The ground beneath the leaves above…
No, no!
The bark and branches, leaves,
Do not have feelings of regret,
No soul, no realm of fantasy.
I will not change my vulnerable state
For earlier links in our chain of life.
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