Alone it stands,
Color undefined
Straight and true;
Truely twisted,
Branches curled,
Barren of leaves,
Roots exposed to the
Harsh elements.
A twisted tree is
Now what grows.
In the dark of night it stands alone-
This testament of
What this earth
Has given birth to
Of what can grow from
This nameless emotion
Some dare call love.

03/03/2002

Posted on 03/03/2002
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