Dark smoky night…
A lonely tree,
That had suffered in fire,
Now is standing dead,
Rising branches in the high,
Trying to touch the fatal sky…
But it is closed for it.
The tree can’t be there,
No matter how strong is it wish.
No one cares about the tree…
It’s standing lonely and lost,
Came from fire into frost…
And now it is standing dead…
And leaves have fallen down…
Trees branches are destroyed by bat…
It‘s already murdered,
But still it is standind,
Despaired waiting for the ending…
The Dead Tree
© Copyright: Юлия Суржикова, 2006
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