The TreeA Poem by ExquisiteEyesThe tree stood with all its splendour In a place that shook with thunder It was a witness to many happenings, But none so glorious as this For many days it watched over the pair Whose hearts never succumbed to fear Until that fateful day.
Years have passed; things have changed The tree no longer stands with all its grandeur It’s lush green leaves have withered away And its trunk rots away with the mark It was a mark of their love Made on a midsummer night When their fearless hearts refused to believe That all this could ever end
A child’s voice rang out one day “Why does that man sit there everyday?” “Which man, son?” “That old man under the tree”.
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13 Reviews Added on November 29, 2015 Last Updated on November 29, 2015 AuthorExquisiteEyesWest Bengal, IndiaAboutHi! I am a 16 year old girl. I love to write and share it with others.Its just been about a year and a half that I have started writing. It was my friend who told me that I write well and should try t.. more..Writing
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