Here I am like every other flower in the garden drinking in the pearled dew, and hour after hour a female willow trembles knowingly at our pain, a swan sings close by, both of us living by breath alone,
Sometimes I moan a little in self-pity, "Where is my God, why has he forsaken me?" I shake my fist in the air, the weeping willows cry for me, we're all feeling disowned,
We're weak and weary standing here at attention, dreaming dreams no mortals dare to dream, the silence unbroken in my pearless pelvis while the weeping willow packs her trunk for our trip to Nevermore...
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Exquisite!
Georg