Splitting Thoughts
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Here the dark dead cells of the tree are the strongest
It is no coincidence it is called heartwood
Tough while the softness around it is peeled apart
Many times the heartwood does not last the longest
Silently rotting leaving a void where strength once stood
Invisibly weakened by life, so goes the heart
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(An Italian Sestet)
A Picture and a Poem 