Oh But My Darling…
1 min read·May 5, 2026·
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When a tree grows and touches the sky,
You’ll see the green and the blossom fly,
The branches are our lives gone past,
The leaves, our current days at last.
Suddenly struck with a glimpse of grief,
You ask, if all you are is a leaf,
Or perhaps the trunk or wandering root,
Oh but my darling, you are the fruit.
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