The Copse.

A Poem by E. Greene

Gray oaks withering in the dusk,

Their bark chipping away,

Empty hearts bared to the world.

Roots extend from one to the other,

Reaching for companionship,

Dying at extension.

© 2014 E. Greene

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Added on May 23, 2014
Last Updated on May 23, 2014

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E. Greene

Lakeland, FL

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I'm an 18 year old high school student. I've never written as a hobby before, but I feel like it might make for a good source of expression. I don't have much skill at writing, so any feedback is take.. more..