Death Tree

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  • Nature

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    Was staring at my dead tree in the front yard, and walla! Inspiration!

    Death Tree

     Fate,
    Breakable, Brittle,
    Like my tree branch.

    Solitude,
    Hard, Alone,
    Like my trunk.

    Breath,
    Taken, Falls,
    Like my leafs.

    Tears,
    Fertile, Needed,
    Like my soil.

    We all have to die sometime. 

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    wavecalmer’s Poems (6)

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