I, The Tree
So what if one day,
A few leaves may betray.
The tree shall stand always,
Sturdy and tall…
A few leaves may betray.
The tree shall stand always,
Sturdy and tall…
Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)
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