How ordinary is it to love?
As ordinary as trees let go their leaves
And trees have been in this habit lastingly
With each release, the fallen drift in perpetuity
Humus we are, shaken ruinous
Discarded poet's words, what we fall towards
Words hide in decay's warmth, leaf mold's devotion
Piled fertilizer, condition's unreturned emotion
Yet, giving nutrient to what will bud again
As ordinary as trees let go their leaves
And trees have been in this habit lastingly
With each release, the fallen drift in perpetuity
Humus we are, shaken ruinous
Discarded poet's words, what we fall towards
Words hide in decay's warmth, leaf mold's devotion
Piled fertilizer, condition's unreturned emotion
Yet, giving nutrient to what will bud again
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