Our time is magnolia;
Flakes of furling peace
Cream in the sun
Cupped heaven
Reaching them's the struggle -
Through twisted branch or bough
Around the knotted skin of life
We rub our skin to bark
Then there's them who'd shake branches
Bring you to fall the heights
Drop into apathy
Dispossessed and lost
Soul winded
The climb's a struggle
But through convolutions
Obstacles and roots
The fruit will come
Join me in the sun
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