Chopped Up Wood
Chopped up wood inside the forest,
Breaking away,
Logs of dead wood,
Inside my heart,
I’m sad that they’re dead,
But I’m happy that the live ones,
Are live!
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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