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| 22 Jun 2014 06:05 PM |
A Lonely Tree
A lonely tree is perched up high, Close enough to touch the sky, Nearly, but still in distant reach, Upon its branches sits one peach, A symbol of hope and power, It will fall in our timely hour.
Reaching for the peach I stretch, It is not to be for I am wretch, So I pull back my wicked hand, And the peach falls to the land, Falling and drifting out of sight, Until it is gone in this dark night.
The peach is now forever gone, A tale of woe that is now spawn, A peach is like a goal or dream, Don't let them turn upstream, Or you will be that lonely tree, Alone with nothing left, you see. |
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MadSanity
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| 22 Jun 2014 06:11 PM |
| thanks i sort of stole the poem tho |
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