Tree in Fall
The capillaries of the tree bleedBleed
Bleed
And silently seem to plead
"Do not forget the glorious days
when you slumbered in my shade
Lumbered
And counted my numbered days
Tell me those hours were not in vain
Idled away.
For as we live in the Fall
summer is dying
Winter descending
Care free spring pending.
As we live in the Fall
the veins of the trees burst
Thurst
And die for one glorious day
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-24 at 02:17
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