as drops falling on the terrace, on a container already filled.
in a spring day in mid-
with colors that blend together.
yellow, green, even the gray of the city-
a tree grows, the branches spread.
flower leaves and flowers are born,
lush.
spring became fall and fall became the cradle of the leaves that fall to the ground.
branches are heated, some die.
and strength must be cut.
useless as an umbilical cord.
it will take time.
grow back.
flourishes.
new, but with the same memory.
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