Once
Away from the
roots,
The leaves are
strong.
Lithe,
Flexible,
Tough,
Elegant.
Panning downwards
where the tree was born,
Weaknesses are evident
and defeat stays prolonged.
Moist,
Earthy,
Pungent,
Rough.
Spreading fingers
upon the ground,
Penetrating its
dampness that seems rather profound.
Crawling with
unseens the darkness looms,
The abrupt
silence when the bud finally blooms.
Whats underneath
every beauty never comes to light,
The inner
workings of beauty should never;
Never,
Ever,
Come,
To.
Light.
Erratic
Behaviour
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