Oh friendly tree I love thy breeze
more than you’ll ever know
but I can’t bend with supple ease
like thee when tempests blow;
contentment courses through thy veins
yet someday thou will leave
and here beside thy bare remains
will end my short reprieve.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
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Wonderful!
an ode to an ode...
had to say it.
don't know why
anyhow
fun read
hope I'm not barking up the wrong tree :D
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