Wispy trees wave in the wind
Or are they abused by it
Bowing down and doing as they're told because they don't want to be hit
Again
They look calm and quiet
But what if it's a silent call for help
And we don't know it
What if we wave back
Oh how nice
Look at that
When really it's
Help me damn it help me
Save me from my sorrow
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
