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The shriven tree shivered for want.
Lifting lissome limbs t’ward grey cold sky,
she remembered new hands, new thorns
and old days without tears or torn and weeping ground.
All the days that could have been. Lost. Unknown.

branch of a tree with fruit

branch of a tree with fruit

© rl busséll 2018

This entry was posted in poetry.
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