Thoughts of GreenA Poem by Monster ^.^
I hear the trees' whispering
Was it dread, was it hate, I'm not quite sure. Their swaying leaves're like quivering Perhaps fear, perhaps the cold, we'll never know. Their trunks have somehow wrinkled less, No stress, or maybe they're not gaining age, The world losing its floral dress, Concrete, metal bars, where's real beauty. I'm not quite sure... and we'll never know, but if we never learn the answer, there may be that time When we'll never be sure and never know.
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1 Review Added on April 21, 2016 Last Updated on April 21, 2016 AuthorMonster ^.^PhilippinesAboutMy real name is JS Legara. I'm Male, 18 years of age, taking up Accountancy. I really love writing Short Stories, I like them funny. Since I could make through poetry and stage plays o-kay, I try t.. more..Writing
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