The Last Leaf of the Dying TreeA Poem by Hippyi like it
Plucking the last leaf of the dying tree
I say goodbye, give it all peace But sew it to my heart where it will stay As a reminder of a tree that was not meant to be Her fruits so sour Leaves crumpled and dry Seeds of no promise On dying wood it thrives No real foundation It was bound to die I just let it erode away Just let it all die So I pluck the last leaf of the dying tree In remembrance to me off thee © 2010 HippyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 9, 2010Last Updated on June 9, 2010 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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