worthless life

Green, still fresh leaves

Are falling from the tree.

It is hardly alive,

And it still doesn’t want to give up,

But the ruthless nature has pressed her claws

Around the base of the tree

And is not letting go.

It’s squeezing everything out of the tree.

Silent agony. The invisible smile of pleasure and perversity

On the face of nature.

Just a little more

And a life will be taken

For nothing.

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