August 2, 2012
Fingerprints of age,
Imprinted on its skin.
A mirror to its past,
Without praise or sin.
Its eyes are rusted,
By the shadow of time,
Wisdom is hidden,
Boundless and sublime.
Our secrets are lost,
To a scar we can’t see,
Buried in the fingerprints,
Of a humble tree.

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moderndayEmilyDickinson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 15, 2014 at 1:01 pm
So beautiful!!! You're poem is absolutely wonderful!!! I'm cheering for you!!! I wholeheartedly agree with you, my friend!!! Thank you, for sharing this!!!
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