Anger

brittle as dry twigs

the angry words crack out

splintering the silence

the peace

wait I say

it’s not that bad

hold on to the hope

please

for the rains may yet come

even to this parched forest

together we may sip

once more the sweet dew

of friendship

if not

there is more than one way

through the woods

I will wish you well

on your journey

 

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