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I’m content and light as a tree

Shedding my leaves onto the concrete

The names and faces turn yellow as a sick liver

And fall down one by one on the ground

The weight of the seasons and their bruises

Melt through my branches

Not even a fragment of bark

Restrains my discard

The grass bellow me erupts in fragrance

It celebrates and estimates

My sudden change

I was so heavy and cruel on her

The cold does not scare us

We open up as infants, as newborn flowers

Our roots salivate for a better start

On a winter day

The buds on my fingers shyly spy

Tossing their petals in the air

I smile back at them, but truth is

They must also be shed

And unknowingly, they fall down

So I can rise back up.

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