Poetry/Verse/like fragile bones - Musings Copyright Protected, ID 12-1601-583-01 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, December 01, 2023 For the International Contest, A Verse Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/09/2023
First Place
the trees outside my window stand like fragile bones reaching moaning& groaning all their leaves blown away they stand naked of beauty withered& brittle their broken branches cannot be hidden as snowflakes drift covering the ground I hear them whispering& whispering we are not dead &soon we will be wearing beautiful snow white cloaks we are but sleeping
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