Quietly in Need of Saving
By OnceUpon
The wind whistled round the sympathetic branches, And they leaned just that little bit further to hear, The melancholy tone of places far Far away. Desolation of strong brothers and sisters, All for power, How greatly they thought of power, And the great wooden invalids leaned a little more. Not far away now they sighed, Not far away And when they heard this The rain began to fall. Listen to their thoughts For they echo, And then try to understand Why they fall. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:55 AM PST 0 • 9
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