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Imprints we leave, scattered free,
To be coerced against the tree
That couldn't help but judge you.
This heart-shaped carving proves it true.
Still standing, crowning the circle meadow
Upon which she cried so long ago.
Again wavering away from the great willow,
she finds herself weeping to-and-fro.
An ancient wind rises and thrashes between us.
The sky simmers and splits space with thunderous stars.
Hits the tree with liquid fire and paints the grass red.
Symbol all cracked, charcoal impact; new caesura
you so adorned the watching eyes of new strata
this is where the dry princess fakes roots, climb up!