Of lemons and lemonades
Those trees were quitte old;
when accounted with
foregone shadows of numerous
generations rested under;
burying their promises
and presences
like fallen leaves
reborn and revolving
in the cycle of returning.
Their suggestion, so simple;
make the possible lemonades
with the available lemons,
as moments get shorten
with trees growing
older
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