Withers
After the dawn
Pain and graces begun
Now I'm longing
For the twilight time.
That star up high
On the daylight ignites
And a variety of feet step
On my one last life.
I need birds on my branches
besides just making holes on me.
Wanting to be touched by wind
Yet it shakes me.
I want fruits
But they got ripe and fell.
I have everything
Only sad to feel empty.
Pull out my roots
Keep nothing on me
Burn my dry leaves
Yet count the buds.
Cut the striving twigs I have
Because I wither
I can't hold on for the weather
Its going mad at me .
Oh!come on rain .
Don't let these feet and heat
Give me rest.
Come on my reaper,
Water and give me shade.
Win the fight for me
Because I wither .
Hear my dying sound.
April 5 , 2017
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