This one is for my little friend who used to love a tree in our park .
She used to say the most amazing things about her tree, until one day when the bond was severed forever.
Golden light streamed through
the fragmented hands,
hands stretched out to receive, everything it shares.
Emerging from a crooked limb,
It was always there.
For a girl to look out,
and know she could bare,
her innermost thoughts,intuitions,
She could and did say.
Sans the sounds needed to otherwise convey.
Together they swayed, swirled,
And did deeds others didn't dare .
And one day it were those hands that lay bare.
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
