The Last One
The Last One
The last one hanging,
On the bare tree,
It’s soul slipping away,
Getting free.
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So long have I waited,
No one came,
I am now fated,
To go to the old dame,
All brothers gone,
To those wilful,
Who skills hone,
As I am left, the last acorn,
To hang alone,
The sole acorn,
On this bare tree,
Only to see,
A death so forlorn.
04/19/2020
The Last Acorn
Copyright © Rashi Soni | Year Posted 2020
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