I never wanted to be like ridged things
I've seen them crumble and fall
Fractured and angry at their failure
Rather, like the trees
The branches sway and dance to meet the storms
The leaves fall and renew
They do this countless times
through the years
Until the fires come
And they will come
But I will gambol and spin
until the fires leave me ashes
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2022 11:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
deep but good
Love the photo and enjoyed the striking imagery and message of your poem.
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