Its been a while,
I felt the wind yearn for the pollen in the sky,
Im getting the feeling of wood,
And, before I whither, I should.
Where the wasted piss,
where the homeless sleep,
at my feet,
the rent is cheap.
I flaunt no swagger,
Damn! i yield no dagger,
With no eyes,
there is none, i can despise.
Not far way,
Grows the flora,
gentle and slender twigs,
make me fonder,
Branching out hither,
getting closer to touch my leaves,
but the sun grows her away,
Left out in ache and heaves.
- Contributed by Jonathan Furtado
4/4 BTech Chem
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