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Zenith
how else will I know
your face says the days
but gone now.
the branches broken from a tree
left unattended
the wind whispers unrequited love
curious how it finds the ways
the heart says the days
but gone now.
never reaching the zenith
it once promised
or what it had to give
our lives today
multiple angles
dare we live
to reach the zenith
on a dollar
or two cents worth
how else will you know
these are the days
but gone now.
the flowers plucked from a tree
left abandoned
the wind whispers solidarity
