Poem idea

20:153

A bare tree ready

to be decorated,

to come alive and

shine up your smile.

But I have nothing

to give, only emptiness

and tears to water

you. We stare at

each other, both

hoping the other

will take the first

step to begin to

fill the other, make

it easier to carry on.

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