Can you see the tree that’s falling, Or the poison ridden seed. Spiteful saplings lull, recalling Scornful sins and common greed. Though the life of one may wither, Musing teardrops still remain For all the cynics vile that slither Past the frailties crude in vain. Dreary seasons lay despair, Through reoccurring, dismal gloom... But kindness warm we tend to share Avows an effervescent bloom. Written by Samir Chahine © 2019
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