Indigo

The tree and the bird

He was her abode

And she, his source of tranquility

Both cherished, unbothered about the plausibility.

Together, they thrived.

Day and night,

Letting their love unite

Him being her shelter, her unparalleled support.

She, his peace, his riches to keep.

But then came a miserable time.

The gloomy sky wept all day.

And the howling winds whispered their tales.

But he was not made to fight.

For he let go and surrendered to what was right.

Her heart dropped since she reckoned this deed.

Standing brave and tall is what he needs.

Gracefully, he lost his wealth and then his health.

And finally, his strength.

Proud was his heart as he reunited with his roots

Unaffected by his recent pursuits

But lost forever was his most cherished of fruits.

She now had her solace somewhere else.

Her home in someone else.

So beautifully tragic was his story, they claimed,

As he gazed to his sky in a far away plain

Although broken, his soul had no regrets.

Because he will rise again.

Be her home once again.

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The wind does not break a tree that bends.

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