Life
The weeping willow
stretches itself towards the sky
while reaching forand the ground
It grows to reach every goal
it expands in the space
between either promised land
Every reach
fails
as one hope grows distant
Left to its own life
it grows into the intermediate space
filling it with its being
Every season
every day
every heartbeat
The willow expands
into the hollow space
between the heavens
and the earth
Reaching neither
Always weeping
for what could have been
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