My poem, He will leave her at the end of her life,

Rain brings us new hope,
The remaining roots are not visible inside them,
On this half-dipped plant,
Water is continuously rising on the plant.

Even though she drowns, there is only one hope left,
He stands by his twigs,
The water is moving upwards,
He stands still in his shadow.

But his leaves will be with him,
He will leave her at the end of her life,
A hope gives him a chance to emerge,
He is just waiting for God.
 
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