Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Tree

The Tree

The tree is not any special one
Broken fingers stronger than its branches
Disposed and long done
Sitting in the grasses
Its trunk is like a spine
A spine without support
The tree is as thin as vine
A vine that looks to fall short
In the cinders of the fallen
The tree lays in darkness
Covered by the ashen
Stemmed in the harshness
This is tree is simply a tree
Laying the dark dead sea






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