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.
Death Tree
Fate,Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Life Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
Death Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
Silent Music | 1 | 03/10/2010 |
The view of a Jew (The Holocaust) | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
Mountains | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
Death | 3 | 03/08/2010 |
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