Maybe I'm a winter apple tree:
As spring brings bloom so frost brings me
Although the tree now sleeps.
Maybe I'm a frozen winter well:
Where tears might stream or anger yell
Now winter's frost restricts the flow.
The well fell dry with winter's ice
The apple tree stands bare -
But apple trees need winter's sleep
To bear their fruit anew.















Devious Comments
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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. " - Kahlil Gibran
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A wanderer in darkness, waiting for the misty morning fog
Like my poetry? Check out my photography at ~Ratafluke
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A wanderer in darkness, waiting for the misty morning fog
Like my poetry? Check out my photography at ~Ratafluke
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Collab: KrazyAce
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A wanderer in darkness, waiting for the misty morning fog
Like my poetry? Check out my photography at ~Ratafluke
Und deine englischen Gedichte sidn doch echt super!!
Ich finde das hier wirklich total schön und toll mit den Reimen!
Grüße^^
Minä pidän tästä paljon.
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Two worlds, two mes.
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