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Heavy is the grass that bends
All glass breaks in the end
Water washes all away
The plants return in the light of day
As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
Our pain is not over
For we have not wept
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Comments (3)
When we do weep, it will flood
Even if we have wept, have we wept sufficient for healing? Powerfully expressed, Atomic.
Very well written.