rooted to the earth, a tree;
it pleaded to be free.
its bare, brown branches it stretched,
an image of arms reaching out, they sketched.
'i am not phosphorescent and bright,
and i cannot emit light,
but my love, you can stun,'
said the tree to the splendid sun.
the tree reached towards its dear,
only for the sun to not see it or hear
its admirer begging and beseeching,
for the tree, pain was a teaching.
unrequited was the tree's affection,
caused by its love was an agonising affliction.
still hope dwelled in the tree's heart,
to be with its beloved, not apart.
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blizzard irises
Poetrya collection of poems woven with some gruesome and some lovely 3 a.m. thoughts. cover by @aluminates
