The tree stands before me
misshapen tower of
twisted and gnarled limbs
with its lone suitor
crow of blackest night
which calls out to eternity
but claims its right to be
perched so perceptively
on feeble branch
as if daring all who notice
to do the same.
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Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on September 29, 2003
BRAVO!
This screams loudly
and volumetrically in so few lines.
Simply marvelous!
Such a strong write is this.
BRAVISIMO!
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This screams loudly
and volumetrically in so few lines.
Simply marvelous!
Such a strong write is this.
BRAVISIMO!