A single rare tree Larch's Ode to the autumn breeze

A Larch's Ode to the autumn breeze
-a dramarama rough draft by Bertong badtrip

I miss the way you smile
they left me a warm month after march
blank stares and silence wont say a thing
bout the agony of this single rare tree Larch

To some It appears that death surrounds me
each time your near , i suppose
I'll try to express how i feel in words
though none can make it close

The number of leaves that kissed the soil
were the times that i did fell
in love each time your smile comes waving 'hi'
I did, though your fancy can never tell

I shall wait for your return
while these empty hands grow cold
I'll just write long letters as time pass by
addressed to whom whose name remains untold


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