No life glows
Neath the almond tree
Leaves strangle
And roots prick
As rope sways from the branches
Shading your eyes red
So serene
There's a spare for you
So lonely
Just swaying
Don't just leave it in sorrow
Shifting and creaking
Fraying seams
Reaching out for you
Just accept
You'll be free
The sweet smell of the serene
Swaying with the leaves
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