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The Lonely Tree Tops.



I looked into the sky
basked in the morning dew.
and the desolated tree tops
only understood by a few.


They look down at us
from way up there,
swaying swiftly
in the dewy morning air.


I hear their whispers
I can hear them clear.
Brought to me with the wind
down the atmosphere.


I understand the tree tops
the sigh of every lonely leaf.
and they only can understand
my abandoned silent grief...
Yeshmanthi Yeshmanthi 18-21, F 3 Responses Sep 18, 2011

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are these stories ur hand written?

Yes :)

"Brought to me with the wind

down the atmosphere." I love it.

Beautiful!