like a star I wrestle with the night.
but…
like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
Withered
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What a beautiful and evocative pair of lines. They capture both struggle and hope with remarkable simplicity.
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What a beautiful and evocative pair of lines. They capture both struggle and hope with remarkable simplicity.
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