The trees have lost their stately apparel To don the hidden secrets of the frost Wrinkled hands outstretched to the sky Reaching, begging, for their promised conformity
03/11/2003
Author's Note: My Pathetic application poem:)
Posted on 03/12/2003Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
You know it.I love the way u pack so much imagery in so few lines.That is an art by itself and u excel at it.
