Skeleton Tree
Dry as the desert
You and me both are thirsty
For that pure water
You need it to live
I need it for my dry heart
Without it, we die!
Known as skeletons
We strive to fill our needs
And old tree and me!
Lifeless yet happy
To be on a given quest
That Power called Fate!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2012
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