The tree I planted
was uprooted
and thrown away-
Gone dry in the dustbin,
most probably mourning
the little green figs
to be rejoiced
this coming spring.
A short-lived life,
stopped so soon,
in the darkness
of the dustbin.
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how sorry I'm feeling
for all your small figs,
been cut before life
was beginning.
Too many folks're believing
they can kill plants
uprooting them by deceiving;
that's what nobody wants!
RIP
Best wishes
...sensitive and feeling,
full of empathy.
Thank you.
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