Free verse № 124195
In the aspens
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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
6 comments
Of souls stained like ours"
Incomplete sentence: "As honey and dew drips quietly from silent tongues."
Aspen leaves are yellow in the fall, so how do leaves of every color litter the ground?
But like Mulberry says, the next lines are good.
Sorry, I'm picky today.
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