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)
- Published: March 7th, 2017 12:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Comments3
Good write. If only they could talk.
Great write
Could the forest speak truly of our forbearers? Are we no different?
Enjoyed
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