3 March 2006, 11:11 AM
She grows best
with roots in the waters
her arms raised
high into the azure sky
A dragon lurks in the hollow
where her heart once was
and may still be
A sycamore has room enough
to house despair alongside hope
desire beside her grief
She was always thus inclined
always will be
Choice did not make it so
in the beginning
but necessity
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