DECIDUOUS
Longing
Extends the hours of the night
Like infinite Winter blues
I was swerving,
Naked tree
In the expanse of space
Oh, vulnerable
Steady without strategy,
Not wishing for past summers and springs
Only fruitlessly rooted in the present
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