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(POEM FOR ALLYZONE)
You are the poetree-
Your scrawled-on leaves
Of paper
Fall and crumble-
Let them be.
The rain
Will drain
The remains
Of your ink
Like a sink
Into your
Underground plumbing.
WASH. RINSE. REPEAT.
Your scrawled-on leaves
Of paper
Fall and crumble-
Let them be.
The rain
Will drain
The remains
Of your ink
Like a sink
Into your
Underground plumbing.
WASH. RINSE. REPEAT.
Published 3rd Aug 2018
Author's Note
This poem started out as a comment on Allyzone's poem, "Feeling"
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Anonymous
4th Aug 2018 6:40am
I love this! 👌
4th Aug 2018 4:18pm
The process of writing and the impermanence of the actual poem were themes I was left with after reading your poem.
Anonymous
4th Aug 2018 4:20pm
That's often the best way...🤗👌🤗
