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the sapling could grow no more
however hard I tried
the stems broken, the roots uprooted
I feared it might have died
I bent down, unearthing the core
the soil swept out of pot
then I planted the sapling back
hoping the leaves no longer rot
watering it day after day
nourishing under the sun
the sapling was all I had
my weary soul's companion
I spoke with it, at length
and hours would pass so soon
now I get no answers back
the green have started to swoon
who could damage a being so quiet
whose tears too have no room
the sapling stooped towards the dust
losing amidst the blue of moon
the sapling could grow no more
however hard I tried
wrinkled, broken, and deeply withered
it gave up before it cried
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