All For Naught

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She looked at the cherry tree of her childhood,

A nagging regret tugging for no reason,

The Northern wind switching her mood.

With each swirl of dust, she felt her prison.

Her life was a full circle or so she thought.

But this time, she wouldn't return.

All had been indeed for naught

Until they sealed her ashes in an unmarked urn.

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