Your love is a tree
feelings leave
Your illusion inside
the way you see
Your roots anchor you down
in beliefs below buckled knee
You seek help in the wind
thinking it free
Your trunk dry and advantageous
reduced in the winter chimney
Fire warms the poor and the extremeties of the world
It burns the blissful who ignore
charming flame curl
aflame, passion extorting the premise of love
ashes that the wind picks up under obligation
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