A poem for lovers

Salted earth where naught could grow
But, foolish witch, I tried
To sow upon the arid land
Seeds destined then to die
I called to the wind and to the rain
I begged the sun to shine
I poured myself into the roots
Believing it was mine
It’s possible I over-loved
This world-weary seed
That I neglected to be patient
And…
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