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White birch sprawled with scars and cracks roots barely piercing through the ground frozen rock solid drifts of white powdery snow laying meters thick in stacks naked twisted branches standing quite squalid dead to the surface but holding so much potential come warmth and the sun everything quickly changes it looks barren but like all things it is sequential dead frozen husks always has many unread pages attention rarely payed to that which seems lifeless fruits not plucked when they're deemed not mature or spoiled no one spends time waiting for the shade when it's leafless care shan't be given when it's crooked and coiled flocking comes birds and those who fruits want to pluck when rays causes everything to come oh so quickly to life fall and winter come no one stays to test their luck who wants to stay when there are times of strife but perhaps it is suppose to be a cruel theatre no one wants to stand on the stage of life when there are no light on up there
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
White Birch
White birch sprawled with scars and cracks roots barely piercing through the ground frozen rock solid drifts of white powdery snow laying meters thick in stacks naked twisted branches standing quite squalid dead to the surface but holding so much potential come warmth and the sun everything quickly changes it looks barren but like all things it is sequential dead frozen husks always has many unread pages attention rarely payed to that which seems lifeless fruits not plucked when they're deemed not mature or spoiled no one spends time waiting for the shade when it's leafless care shan't be given when it's crooked and coiled flocking comes birds and those who fruits want to pluck when rays causes everything to come oh so quickly to life fall and winter come no one stays to test their luck who wants to stay when there are times of strife but perhaps it is suppose to be a cruel theatre no one wants to stand on the stage of life when there are no light on up there
When melancholy of a ****** winter hits you, the only way to describe it is a poem.
skaldun
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
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