even it had spoilage
I would pick the best
and leave the rest
to the test of times
to feed back
the roots of my favorite orchard
may sit in its shade
of a hundred years old oracle
or shun its shadows
if they grow on you
blocking the light and life
growing out of my favorite orchard
all is well
as you honor its goodness
leave the weathered be
connect with the folds of time anew
and grow into something more
than my favorite orchard
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