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Repetition

Lessons not learned

By Michael NashPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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They can see the sunlight

As it glides between the leaves

Bright Gold and yellows and white

Cascading from the taller trees

The old oaks share their stories

As the seedlings strain to hear

Their tales of ancient glories

That The elder oaks reveal

And the sun illuminates the stage

And the fearless youth grow tall

But hidden in the truth of age

One by one they’ll fall

So in time their stories fade

As the saplings reach the sky

they forgot their roots are anchored in

All the old oaks that have died

surreal poetry
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Michael Nash

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