Poem -

The Giving Tree

With time, she stands her earths
Breathes her soul into others
Her gift of beautiful births

Feathers lay on her arms
Babes hollow in her chest
They find comfort in her scent
To live, to grow, to feed, to rest

But her beauty they take
Her flesh they tear
Metal deep in her sides 
They say she has so much to share

She gives but never takes
Open your eyes you will see
Embraced in her pure form
Her name
The Giving Tree

 

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H. Blackpen

You're a natural! Gosh...hahaha. Welcome to Cosmo!!!

But her beauty they take
Her flesh they tear
Metal deep in her sides 
They say she has so much to share

I felt this in my soul...like it was actually happening to me...Imagery on point!

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agnes

hahaha thanks for the welcome! and thanks for your feedback, ill definitely ask you for some advise on my writings Miss Blackpen

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