Tree leaves bend
with the heaviness
of rain, mountain
stands by, lets
water slide
off. What we do
to each other
day after day
is too much
to hold.
Even the earth
cannot soak it in.
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Tree leaves bend
with the heaviness
of rain, mountain
stands by, lets
water slide
off. What we do
to each other
day after day
is too much
to hold.
Even the earth
cannot soak it in.