Guest guest Posted December 22, 2005 Report Share Posted December 22, 2005 I drove past that tree again today, The one with limbs that reach below As skeletal fingers that would pluck The smallness of humans walking Underneath, sullen Unforgiving, cold as winter winds, Grey skies, bleak outlined, short of Breath, without cadence of warm Memories in sunlight and green. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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