The Tree

Kladovest

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Roots sucked in
A monolith firmly
Chops up the age-old stone
Strongly squeezing
This frail samll world
In it holds.
Semismothered, but still it wheezes
Greedily,
It not reconcling oneself
With wicked fate
A long ago it lost
The fervor former.
The proud figure
And it leniencies grin.
Similar to the blood
Water oozes from a stone
Once rebellious durability cracks,
Pressure gets stronger,
The dust and the streams of somebody's
Vain hopes and recoveries of sight
Alas, belated.