mottled with love, lust and hate
sprout new nuances ?
like a seed growing into a trunk , then a tree
does it fall off back into the earth
and fade into a new sapling ?
emotions run high and dry
but does the landscape of life
ever wring out dewy drops
or does it scurry back in
tinders of love, lust and hate
flaming for recycling ?
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