The Wreath-

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Lying alone, lost, under a wasted tree...


Lying alone, lost,
Under a dark wasted tree,
It's barren,
Stripped of it's leaves
Much like the boy,
Stripped of life,
Resting peacefully,
Covered by the tree's bare branches
The grass in the wind,
Whispering sweet condolences,
A dark sky casting a restful shadow,
Over his quiet body
Larger trees, alive, blooming
Abundant branches; buds, birthing leaves,
Starve for his breath,
But none comes
And the bushes stand by,
Waiting for the one to find him,
Who will pick the briar's blossoming  flowers,
And frame his pale, handsome face
A wreath of sympathy,
Made true by the beauteous blossoms

Submitted: April 18, 2012

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That is good and i enjoyed reading it. I showed friend as well and she liked it.

Mon, July 30th, 2012 11:26pm


Thanks so much, I'm glad.

Tue, August 28th, 2012 11:34am

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