I Want To Write Poetry From The Soul Nurtured Bitterness I look up at her, the once majestic pine tree whose branches had held me close, whose dried up leaves had wiped away the salt stained water that fell from my eyes. “It’s your fault, you should have spoken, it’s your fault you...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
