Under the Hackberry TreeA Poem by Krislost love and dreamsUnder the Hackberry tree Her lips were red, she smiled at me. Those lazy days resting under its shade, talking about life, love and the future into the nighttime. Watching the stars dance in and out of the leaves. Now the tree is dead and the girl is gone. Only Memories remain under the Hackberry tree. © 2012 Kris |
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Added on January 4, 2012 Last Updated on January 4, 2012 Author
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