Is it the longing for the majestic sunset for the man
that can no longer see?
Or is it the ignorance of the colors for the woman
that has never seen?
Is it the ache for the one now left with just recollection
of years of mother's embrace?
Or is it the emptiness for the orphan
who cannot recall her face?
Is it the loss of the mighty tree
burning as it falls?
Or is it the lack of the tree
that never stood at all?
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