.
*Through a forest glade
and down a narrow path
there stands a sacred tree
with its heart torn in half.
Bramble clings to its trunk
ivy covers over its bark,
reaching up for the light
fighting against the dark.
Forgotten by the woods,
ignored in a crowded place,
for it yearns for attention,
just a little tender grace.*
© Pagan Paul (27/06/19)
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
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*Through a forest glade
and down a narrow path
there stands a sacred tree
with its heart torn in half.
Bramble clings to its trunk
ivy covers over its bark,
reaching up for the light
fighting against the dark.
Forgotten by the woods,
ignored in a crowded place,
for it yearns for attention,
just a little tender grace.*
© Pagan Paul (27/06/19)
