Hearts are lost among blades and thorn
Love, once evergreen, lay in tatters of bark and shrubbery
Destiny yields to detritus
Whispers haunt the high winds

Friendship, a substance,
a solution as soft as nectar, weeps upon a field fickle and frayed
until even the weeds find forgiveness
Roots, once wounded, regenerate their limbs
A forest is reborn

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