Through the back
window, I watch
how still
bamboo
is against the wind
and wonder
why it doesn't give up
head the other way
while the small
orange tree
breaks
and is lost, though
it had
more to offer.
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Through the back
window, I watch
bamboo
and wonder
why it doesn't give up
while the small
breaks
and is lost, though
more to offer.
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