I am a tree constantly shedding its leaves
Losing the people that make me feel whole and complete
And becoming naked in the winter time
They fall away from my body and turn to dust at my feet
And next year around new ones take their place
Fresh and green and full of new life....
How I wish that I were evergreen
So that the people that I loved and cared about
Would always stay close
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Black Coffee
Poetry"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
