the last days might be approaching
they haunt me all the time
how deep do the roots go?
do I even dare to take a look?
an uprooted tree, about to be transported
roots desperately cling onto the dirt
intertwined within, a memento of where it came from
waving its home goodbye
a flower stuck inside of a pot
given small cups of water every day
neglected until placed by the window
and dared to survive on its own
photosynthesis blurs with photography
acutely trying to burn its surroundings into its mind
the dark clouds are looming on the horizon
don’t sever the ties to who you are
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