Picture courtesy of the brilliant http://www.richardalois.com
The trees sway
stretching their limbs
As if trying to break free
from the winds
Wanting to run
to break away
To be free
and not restrained
To put roots
in another place
And create new memories
before consumed by hate
Of the self
of those that persecute it…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on May 12, 2013
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