Internal Rhyme of the Restless Mind
modestly proposed thoughts by afm
Friday, December 12, 2014
tree limbs
i'm like a tree
with outstretched branches
reaching for the heavens.
my head in the clouds,
my roots in the ground,
and when i reach my end,
i will not ascend,
but be cut down.
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