July 25, 2011
Amongst urban sprawl,
She stands, her branches barren
Bathed in cold sunlight

Her soul locked yet bared
She sleeps, awaiting first warmth
Her blanket pure white

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mistylyla said...
Feb. 7, 2012 at 4:53 pm
i liked this :)
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