Winter of love.
Leaves fall off.
Bare bones show.
How does one
Survive, and in what form?
Does one revisit roots,
Buried deep in decades of memories?
Check if they are worth hibernating in?
Is the soil moist and mellow enough
To house a new shoot,
Or, resurrect the dead plant?
Maybe, it is time to uproot,
Clear the decks,
And, perhaps plant anew.
~ The Amrita Connection
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