Fruitless
Your leaves are fruitless
I hold the root
Your efforts, useless
I taste the fruit
Your bulb is dim
I know the source
Your fish won’t swim
Without your force
I pass as mute
To save your face
This whole dispute
A sad disgrace
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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