The Tree
The tree's shadow slowly rotates.
I sigh.
I wipe my face.
It has been far too long.
My soul is heavy.
My heart aches.
I am hollow.
I turn away from the window... the pain rips at my soul.
Tears fall.
I'll watch the tree tomorrow.
Waiting.
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