Lover, oh lover,
Under your tree, I shall stand,
For when the rain pours,
Your leaves hold my hand.
Lover, oh lover,
Your covenant allows me not to stay,
For our roots are to be withdrawn—
From the soil we struggled to save.
Lover, oh lover,
The sky cries no more,
How ever shall I quench your thirst?
My heart can not weep for you anymore.
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Kōra
Oh. My. God. I’ve never seen someone so good with poems !!