Joy (cithra) wrote,

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root, tree, bone

not so useful as the hazel
nor martial as the pine
with roots in bone, creaking

age has done what siege could not:
bent the proud head,
frosted the leaves

tottered by wind, defiant
yet she awaits with welcome
the call of the loam
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