Vegetation
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Mihaela Pirjol
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Love is draining from my life,
quietly as it came;
and paradoxically, leaves me
dispossessed of life itself:
Nature—it is all that is left of life!
And I quench my thirsty soul
on its verdant vitality,
as plants do on sun and rain:
I have become a vegetable,
in a vegetative state of survival: —
that it should be enough!
This faculty of mind, and heart,
has only brought disaster…
I can better endure natural disasters:
they pass—
these human agonies...they never do!
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