The tree stands alone
Grew from hard soil
Had a death wish to grow
Like a twisted flower
Reached toward invisible black sun
No birds ever perched on its Branches
No lovers ever kissed under Its limbs
No child climbed its trunk
No leaves
No blossoms
Hard wood
Not worth cutting
The tree is still there
Alone
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2018 21:09
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Comments1
oh , i kind of feeli sorry for this tree.. sounds different to other tree's, on the outside , alone and without company .. kind of sad .. good piece of writing
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