Tree StumpA Poem by flyingfreea natural grave for a fallen giant
A memorial to living history
Still rooted deep within the earth Rings to read, of years of past The only proof of what used to be King of the forest, grandfather to all In an instant, hacked down with merciless violence Towed away in pieces at human mercy A story in and of itself Lost dreams and growth contained in remains Now merely a seat for passersby © 2018 flyingfree |
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2018 Last Updated on April 3, 2018 AuthorflyingfreeAboutOn wings Made Of words I fly Swifter Than birds With a pen My memory Is stirred Flowing ink My words Can finally Be heard. ------------- Bisexual, emotionally dark, aspiring writer. Bee.. more..Writing
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