Vicious Circle Poem by Lynette Lawrence

Vicious Circle



It'll be autumn again
and the trees will cast off their leaves
from green over yellow and red to brown
they'll always keep on falling down.

They gonna become one with the ground
oak seeds will fall down, a new tree will grow
Even if you told me
the vicious circle was never about going.

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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a short version of a poem called 'H or age'
Oaks mean more than everything to me, they are the most beautiful trees.
Because of someone I hate for wanting to help me eveen though I didn't need help
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