watching glowing golden tree guts turn green
swaying, singing, whistling leaves breathe
inside out organs on display, brown and decayed
growth through gristle vines wind to the sky
coexistence within competition live. fight. die.
watching glowing bowing bending branching wave
holding aching touching and praying
you’ll never
go away
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: with her
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There is a play on the word "wither" : with her...
Clever writing... Soman Ragavan. 6 February, 2024.
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