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Spanish Moss Tree
By Jessika Malo
The tree was pronounced dead,
Its leaves dry, black and withered.
The sun shines on it still,
Distributing its beams between its branches of wings.
The Spanish moss glowing in its darkness, in green and light
So people forget it is dead,
Though it is only standing.
Perhaps as a memorabilia of all that have passed,
But that’s still dignified enough to stand…
And there, just there, unbothered by the lost mourning,
Leaning to that dead tree,
You had me seated,
On a swing of emotions.
With words flying out of your mouth,
Like a hurricane of blasphemy,
Swords that know no direction,
But still pierce my whole being.
And you left me
As if yourself, just like all the people,
Have forgotten that I am now dead,
Though still standing!
#Unreal #Poetry #JessikaMalo #Nature #Love #Heartbreak #Strength #Imagery #Florida
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