Five little trees
Some long, some short
Four of upright sticks
One is just a plump.
One is a little lad
Holding a golden promise
The other one beside is longer
Holding an everlasting love.
The longest gaves distaste
To the other sticks
While right at the side is shorter
Guiding a lost traveler.
However, one is an outcast
Plump and stout than the others
In spite of it's standing on a downward line
It just said "It's okay! I'm fine!"
Then there we met closure
In which they merge right to the other
The distaste one leaves little gaps beside its foes
But that's not the worst part of it—
The outcast is still the thumb;
Downwards till the slope...
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
