Two Divided Lands
In the shaded woods, the whispers lingered.
The dark forest stood still.
Crows flew overhead, silent as shadows,
their wings cutting through the heavy air.
It felt as if life had vanished long ago.
She wandered through that emptiness.
There was something about the shadows that drew her in.
In the comfort of the familiar, she found her peace,
but deep within, her heart was in turmoil.
Across the valley, the sun poured down on a field of wheat,
golden and alive.
A man worked the land with his hands.
He cared for each stalk, tending to his
dreams as they took root in the earth.
His house was filled with roses,
and laughter rang out like music.
He sought knowledge and understanding,
wanting to help others,
driven by a need to show he cared.
Between them lay a narrow strip where
water was scarce and shadows
crept like thieves in the night.
Two souls caught in fate’s grip,
struggling with what divided them—love felt distant,
almost forgettable.
They planted a tree together,
each claiming their own side,
but resentment simmered beneath the surface.
The man clamored for the light;
the woman clung to the dark.
The tree struggled, its roots caught in two worlds.
Half in sunlight, half in shadow,
it fought to grow,
but the crows above only mocked its attempt.
He called out to her with sincerity,
but his words fell into silence.
She did not respond.
It was only when his need overwhelmed him,
when winter’s chill closed in,
that he found his way to her,
against his better judgment.
Time wore on, and the patience they once shared slowly faded.
His heart grew heavy with unspoken burdens.
Words turned sharp and bitter,
flying from him like angry knives.
The crows cawed, amused by his plight.
Shadows deepened, swallowing the last of the light.
Weary, he turned from the dark woods and
pulled the tree from the ground,
wrenching it free from its cold grasp.
He threw it away, roots exposed, branches flailing,
into the darkness where dreams faded and withered.
It was a hollow thing, drifting silently,
where only shadows remained.
He glanced back at the woods,
searching for some sign, but found nothing.
He left that past behind and returned to his fields,
back to the beginning.
With each seed he planted, his spirit soared.
In the sun, among the fertile ground,
he laid himself bare.
He sought to cultivate love and care,
to share the bounty of his labor.
In that light, he found his way forward,
shedding the weight of darkness that had held him.
In the fruitful fields, purpose bloomed,
and he offered hope once more, steadfast as the
sun rising in the east.
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