PAIN
I've felt the pain
Of the rose
When it could no longer
Be called a bud
Of the rose
When it could no longer
Be called a bud
The sadness of the tree
When its trunk
Bent in the wind
When its trunk
Bent in the wind
The yielding of the moon
Before the onslaught of the clouds
Before the onslaught of the clouds
The grieving of the skin
At the loss of your touch
At the loss of your touch
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