Birch Tree

I reached out,

Touched the smooth bark

Of the barren birch tree.

Running my fingers along the trunk, 

A tear slipped down my cheek,

And I tasted its bitterness

In my mouth.

Why couldn't life

Be similar to

A birch tree?

Smooth and perfect,

Only barren and dry 

When the time was right.

No broken hearts,

For there was no heart

To break.

No senses,

No feeling,

Nothing to lose.

Nothing important.

The End

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