The capillaries of the tree bleed away
Bleeding
Bleeding
silently pleading,
Do not forget the glorious days
when you slumbered in my shade
Lumbered
Counted my numbered days
These hours were not in vain.
Tell me those hours were not in vain
Idled away!
For as we live in fall, summer is dying
Winter descending
Carefree Spring is pending.
As we live in Fall,
The veins of the trees burst away
Thirsting
Dying for one glorious day
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-09 18:42:03
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