The trees asked 'do you see?'
I did.
Elm trees were blowing,
they looked for all the world,
drained of their colour.
Pale petals
gathering in the wind,
flocking birds,
a snowstorm.
Reflections of the ancient
rippling in water.
A/N this is an erasure poem i wrote. Basically you take a slab of random text then cross out words till your left with something which sort of makes sense as a poem.
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streetlights
Teen FictionI write these stories so the voices in my head will stop telling them. [Dribbles and drabbles from my messed up mind]
