The tree

02 Apr 2010

In every season she feeds them her fruit how happy she was " the tree" they gave her water to grow they loved her color.. the green among them she was a queen they depend on her goods they say but once she became so old they decided to make her son a king and chop her happy life by an axe in order to give her royal space to the king

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Hi, I have being writing poetry for 5 years, I have the idea of making the world better for living with a word or act or even a smile :) Please help me to enhance my poetry with your kind comments, and correct me if I'm wrong ( off course since...

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