I rest my weary head
against the earth's
tender timber bed
burnished by the
blissful but yet bold
color of brown .
Carrying
it's colorful
coruscating
crown of the luscious
leaves of life .
That once carried
the callow clean
color of green
now hold the adept
colors of
orange and gold.
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Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoésieMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
