Liza Sud

A Maple - Poem by Liza Sud

You are leading me from God.
everyday in a hallway catch.
By our window a maple is growing
and its trunk is wet in the morning.

and in you is my main purporse,
as the end of birth is in a foliage
trembling always are maple leaves, -
thus my speach incoherent is.

I cannot buy you, nor simply take,
and your marriage I cannot break.
that's why hear I'll simply die
out of desire and love.

Topic(s) of this poem: tree

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015

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