The Acacia Tree
The Acacia is a sturdy tree.
Its roots run deep.
Its beauty astounds.
Harmless on the outside;
Unknown to man:
The toxins within kill at the touch.
Run the soul dry.
Parch the love.
Thirsts for life.
The Acacia is a sturdy tree.
Its roots run deep.
Its beauty astounds.
But it stains the innocent.
Hides its thorns.
Casts large shadows.
Cannot be cut down.
Cannot be forgotten.
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