a world below its own expectation
vast of grey and shadowed oaks
tell the disappointment of the ground
underneath flow streams so cool and distant
no root can reach their surging swell
clear fountain, flushing life into the pain
lifting dry and hardened earth - above
will you come? sighs the space-between
will you be unbroken?
there, a whisper leaves a treasure
enough maybe to fly tomorrow
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