NOTE. The poem begins from 01. and ends at 07. It is one long poem telling a story. Word count: 498
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A new leaf bloomed, but not pale green
In the centre of my forest,
Within the tangled mess of endless vines
To further become my poetry's crest
Twas not green nor lushly
Nor withered and hushed
It's voice spoke with a ragged edge
As it's body and the sun brushed
It was brown, and oh so crippled!
Taller and taller it was soon so vintage
Despite it's decades of past
It's memories were unavailable
- the person you're dialing for, does not remember you.
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Found Under Moonlight | ✔
PoetryThis is my fifth poetry book, I'm trying something new - it was one long story expressed in a poetic form. The smoke traced the air I breathe Trying to find it's way back to me - Yuti
