The Copse.

The Copse.

A Poem by E. Greene

Gray oaks withering in the dusk,
Their bark chipping away,
Empty hearts bared to the world.
Roots extend from one to the other,
Reaching for companionship,
Dying at extension.



© 2014 E. Greene


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E. Greene
E. Greene

Lakeland, FL



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