The Lonely Pines weep

Pale white turns yellow
For the profits they reap
Their years exposed for the amusement
For desire to have, to keep

In the forest,
The lonely pines weep

Once they stood proud and tall
Once they could see, they could feel
Now never again to breathe
The shadow remains lifeless

In the forest,
The lonely pines weep

All that remains is the ashes
Ashes of our breath, spread by the wind
The seeds of their dreams once sown
For the profits we now reap

In the forest,
The lonely pines weep




Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-21 at 13:08

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Kathy Lockhart
This is a beautiful poem. I love the message and the sound of it.
2017-10-21