beside pink trees we one time walked
when you were young and i was whole
we laughed and wondered as we talked
if this was our predestined role
which it was not, of course. and now
you see and smell the trees, and know
that blossoms come upon the bough
when it is time for them to show
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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