Children hanging from ceilings
Bleeding hearts and aching bodies,And their broken minds.
Some things have gotten through and
punctured what is unconquerableand made it seem feeble.
The well is poisoned, the water is unclear.
The trees that will bear the sweetest fruit have been cut off.
We should have been planting seeds.
Instead of burning forests.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22