You have rooted my sorrow
And the days have buried it deep.
It will not be moved.
Hate will not reach deep below those days,
New love will not destroy those roots.
The sorrow stays where it is, as it is.
If I do not see you, you will also stay-
As you were, where you are.
You will not wither.
Not nourished with such strong roots as these.
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