A solid oak,
Stands strong, alone
In a field.
The age of the tree,
Nobody knows.
It stands there,
Its strong, skeletal hands
Reaching out to touch his love
You can feel its pain
If you listen you can hear it whimper and groan
Forever determined, to caress his Sun.
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Shards of the Soul
PoesiaHere are a collection of poems that I have written over the years. The poems grow as do the collection of experiences grow. Once I feel that they are completed I will upload them on here. Please leave comments and share with your friends, I would a...
