Being apart isn’t the weeping willow.
The subtext is upon understanding and tentative nature is
subverting that understanding.
Grappled with foliage and overwhelmed when putting your
heart apart from yours.
The will is unwilling to except the terms but the act is
already in motion.
The current is strong and we can both see that.
Wishes will remain wishes because the substance sustains.
Smiling at thoughts of them and frowning when they are
actually around.
It’s hard to get around the pervious sentences thoughts
because of conflicts within myself.
I keep holding all my nature’s feelings and thoughts at bay;
they must stay.
That’s the great calamity and tension pulling me apart.
No wonder,
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