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In the aspens (Free verse) by sliver

. In a stand of aspens We print poetry Mocking mother nature With silent souls we shout weaknesses Previously unparalleled As honey and dew drips quietly from silent tongues Leaves of every color litter the ground Still, unaware of our surroundings We unwittingly spit on the history Of souls stained like ours Straining against powers We could never comprehend Still silent In this peaceful mountain land

sliver 1-May-05/9:25 PM
Actually, if you've ever watched the aspens turn, they are multi-colored. The poetry itself mocks mother nature, but it's all a matter of interpretation.




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