A dusky bird upon the sill

Chameleon to the speckled sky

Watching beady-eyed until

The black of winter goes on by

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A yellowed book left all alone

Brushed with dust of years unread

Delicate title on its weathered bone

Collection of what was left unsaid

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A cherry tree lost in barren lands

Paled green against the moss adorned

Standing strong yet with trembling hands

Prays the return of care long mourned