My Precious Tree
R
Rose Marie Juan-austin
0
Altın Yaprak
My precious tree
Is being beaten by the angry wind
Hypnotized by a power
So uncontrollable
It swirled, swayed and moaned
Its branches danced crazily
Leaves were combed
Removed forcefully
Like children that were taken away
From their loving mother
Without mercy.
Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş