A perpetual climate of fools

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How proud the branches stood in spring
pink and bare with youth,
Un-leafed till then yet billowing
with natures un-spoke truth

that time will pass and weigh them down
with summer ripened jewels,
while all of earth might spin around
though never shed its fools.

© Wolfgar 7/2018

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