A Tree
Your branches like arms
you suck me
growth in my breast
Your roots merge in vanes
your hair blows with winds
and play in my laps
You beat me when you get hurt
I fell into lamentation
And I think of you my baby
Copyright © Litan Dey | Year Posted 2013
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