Withered Trees
Withered trees; their days end
Hidden beauty shown to the naked eye
Tattered and torn
Fickled, brittled and worn
Standing tall, they still do
Withered trees; their days end
Hidden beauty shown to the naked eye.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2017
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