Longevity Of Love
I really only know
the surface of seasons:
the green and bloom,
colorful brittle,
and blanket death --
While science
informs me, of
soil fitness, to nourish
beneath and trim above --
I am yet not
entirely convinced
as to the longevity
of love? Should I believe
more the prophets and
priests or the lawyers and
judges? She was no help.
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