7 March 2017

Severus Alexander

Of whom to me do narrow branches speak

in thin whispers, and lament

not so meek would I be to relent

listen for a while to their voices tall

tell of whom before me came

and recall that we had been the same

 

 

 

  • Author: Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2017 12:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write. If only they could talk.

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Augustus

    Could the forest speak truly of our forbearers? Are we no different?
    Enjoyed



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