Wednesday Morning Under the Pomegranate Tree

The place of deep rooted soul picnics,
Where thoughts come and go,
Thoughts para agradacer,
Thoughts of “please don’t leave me”,
Thoughts of “he lived on my block”.
Repetitive cycles of existential crisis,
Thinking of the functions of civilization.

All these thoughts boil down to one question,
What wills life?

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