They are leaving today, the immigrants!
The road they were building is incomplete,
But the trees lie uprooted , withering cupped leaves
On spread out branches begging.to die.
The sun is reluctant today,
I ask him why.
"Will you shine on me this fall?"
"I will try" he said,
"But you live beyond the high wall"
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
They are leaving today, the immigrants!
The road they were building is incomplete,
But the trees lie uprooted , withering cupped leaves
On spread out branches begging.to die.
The sun is reluctant today,
I ask him why.
"Will you shine on me this fall?"
"I will try" he said,
"But you live beyond the high wall"
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