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by Everlasting Feb 2, 2020
From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep
and from within those roots,
a tree feeds to grow some fruits
And just like that hanging from a branch,
the fruit is suddenly snatched
then chewed all the way through
till seeds are all there’s left to plant anew
Thus from here to there, I hear laments
from those who ate and ended with regrets
Love the old worldy feel to this Luce, I have always enjoyed reading your poetry on here.
Thank you Darren