Friends tell each other how they feel
with relative ease and frequency,
Siblings wait for a more convenient time,
—like their deathbeds.
Anonymous
After the storm raged,
There was nothing left to salvage.
The once sturdy oak tree had fallen,
Its sheltering branches, like family bonds, lay broken.
Fragments of the fawns, now weathered and worn,
Like a garden deprived of the nurturing...
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