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Empty branches equal an empty heart.

The cold wind shakes the leaves bare.

I stand under the tree wishing you were here.

My hat blows off letting my hair run free.

I sing a song of sadness, tear rushing down my face.

I shouldn't have said no.

Now I feel alone.

Now I feel how you felt.

The life of the tree drains as snow slowly covers it.

I can't move, I am frozen.

I hear snow crunch and turn around hoping for it to be you but I did not find my love.

For i found a loss of hope.

A new me.