My Dear Departed
...Here I sit,broken hearted,
thinking of my dea
departed.
Since you're gone,life's
hard to bare.
Where you've gone,I
know not where.
We laughed,We played,
We cut up wood.
Just like Paul Bu...
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Categories:
bunyon, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Timber
...I am a tree
in a forest of many
petrified
people use me
for shade, warmth
to remember the moment
as they carve their names
upon my soul
Kindling they say
for I've no family
the forest i...
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Categories:
bunyon, death, life, nature,
Form: Free verse