RootedA Poem by yashsicklecollege is over
Send them out west, the forgiven tragedies,
The hushed lips that meet with fingers interlacing.
These times, oh they are changing, Thats what they all say. And as I watch them drive off into the emerald canopy, out of the city of trees, I stand rooted. © 2015 yashsickleReviews
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