Trees
Amid humid winds and skies these
long strands
of earth hair swing off swift
through my eyes away from this midnight
sight that, if taken just as seriously true as
staring a dead branch, breaks
your heart apiece to form a world anew
and gather together some
few short slivers of wisdom.
long strands
of earth hair swing off swift
through my eyes away from this midnight
sight that, if taken just as seriously true as
staring a dead branch, breaks
your heart apiece to form a world anew
and gather together some
few short slivers of wisdom.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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