Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The tree

She found a tree
That stood out
Its leaves different colours
Its branches, strange to the others
The flowers were too high to reach.
So she picked one off the ground
It was dying, breaking, sun damaged
But she didn't care
In her hand she held it.
She would wear it
As amour
As proof.

Ella Fence

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