So the tears, we hold so dear becomes falling rain, that does not wane.And the evergreen lies, that tempted the skies creating lavender blue water, never to falter.Inside her chest, a tree does nest it's beautiful leaves growing endlessly, spreading branches effortlessly.Overtime, however, the colors do fade for they never intended to stay that way.Broken stems, we treasure as gems becomes wounded bones, that turned to stone.Never did she hate the remedy, even though it was her enemy.She held it in her roots, though it stopped all the green with bruteforce on her lungs, preventing the bond of youngs'love yet still, the tree grows without fail.
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