It took years to grow this tree.
And now a new spring waltzes
In, as if nothing ever happened.
Choking beneath her roots
a tight bound bell rings,
pricking the silver linings
of sunbeams.
Butterflies make vinyl
under droplets that fall
from broken branches.
Men quench their faith
When rain lands on sacred
[Temples]
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