Oh, old oak tree,
The first time,
Soft voice from the distance,
In my ears it chimed,
Could hear the latter spout some rants.
I turned to look, curious,
Gentle demeanor, friendly appearance,
Bloodshot eyes looking so serious,
One last time,
One last dime,
A trip to a tree far away from home,
Yet so close to my heart,
Oh, old oak tree.
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Adriana's Poetry: A collection
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. Started: July 6, 2021 Ended: ?
