Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,895 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Dead Of Winter - Poem by Juan Olivarez

A rose lost it's petals,
They fell to the ground.
Like tears from a face,
Without a sound.

A tree lost it's leaves,
To the bitter wind.
Yet nobody griefs,
As dead they descend.

Bare branches gaze skyward,
Pleading their cause.
Waiting for spring,
To recoup their loss.

11/26/10 Alton Texas

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

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