Weeping willows
shelter a pierced soul
while crusty earth soaks up feverish tears.
A brittle soul on the mend
still wears the unbearable loss
like a constraining sheath.
Every day gentle breezes
charm up memories
that in turn explode,
rustling the sheath
tearing up old wounds.
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