Soggy Oak Poem by Isa .

Soggy Oak

Rating: 5.0


He was twisted and cold
Old as gold
Found in love
Yet lost again
Stuck under hate
And found his fate
Grumpy night
Bright light
His time had come
First went is hate
Next came his fate
He could see the world fading
He stopped hating
They began saving
He was restored
He saw the reservoir
The thing he desired most
His only friend
He saw his wife Beth
He lived past death

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