Mother Grove
The storms have rearranged you;
your veins have shrunk,
your heart has grown.
Those dependent upon you
are still around,
but your Beauty has not been found.
They've forgotten about you
after all these years,
but I still come
to share our Tears.
The Joys of Life
have long been gone,
but the pain of living
will forever linger on...
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