Just
Just a single tree standing against the clouded backdrop. Who does it whisper to.
Calling
With the summer clothes cast
I stand with limps out stretched
Against the painted morning sky
Around me a carpet glistens
like stars laying at my feet
…
Only whispers from my kin reach me now,
Where limps once touched
across the country wide.
When the winds played,
the rattle of our tongue could be heard.
…
Now alone I stand
limbs still reach but no touch to be had
No kin with in reach,
Oh to be touched in my last day’s
before decay.
24/10/13
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