Open Poetry #13 |
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Between two wooden fences |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
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I have stood here tall and straight For years now I have accepted this faith, Many of you pass me by, Without any curiousness in your eyes, Mighty I am for I have withstood Mother Nature, I keep rising without obstruction, I am a home to many little creature, Every fall I complete the cycle of Resurrection, Wait, Just hold on, Why do I stand here alone? I sight no other like me around, All of them seem to have gone, I peer below to see where I am, In a graveyard where they bury my kind, I am surrounded by two wooden fences, This is the faith of those who once stood here, Unknowingly I lived a life full of pride, Not sensing the dead, Surrounding by my side. Ronil (Inspiration for my poems is all around me for my muse is my reality.) |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
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what is it?? |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
It is a tree. Ronil (Inspiration for my poems is all around me for my muse is my reality.) |
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