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be trees
You are but a grain of sand in the ever shifting beaches of existence
molding as the wrathful waters see fit
But I am a mighty tree, rooted firmly in my beliefs
My kind hold fast to our truths
and though we may perish, the seeds we leave behind will grow
and continue the cycle unto oblivion.
molding as the wrathful waters see fit
But I am a mighty tree, rooted firmly in my beliefs
My kind hold fast to our truths
and though we may perish, the seeds we leave behind will grow
and continue the cycle unto oblivion.
Published 12th Aug 2010
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12th Aug 2010 11:57pm
14th Aug 2010 5:31pm
how you use nature to describe the two characters in this poem, 'a grain of sand [..] molding as the wrathful waters see fit' - absolutely fantastic imagery, brilliant.
How you described the persona as a tree, leaving seeds behind, can't even begin to prepare one for the ending 'continue the cycle unto oblivion'. Such a bleak view, quite unexpected, yet very welcomed :)
How you described the persona as a tree, leaving seeds behind, can't even begin to prepare one for the ending 'continue the cycle unto oblivion'. Such a bleak view, quite unexpected, yet very welcomed :)
24th Aug 2010 7:04pm
