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    The tree

    The tree

    Split wood
    To the heart of the injured tree
    Magnitude of good aloi
    Of healthy ecore, well woven.

    Of a cutting axe cuts his sap
    Cry, cry in emotion
    The trunk bends then bursts
    To this choice assault.

    Split life
    The leafy drief one out arms
    The human master to the infinite one
    In his glory blinded.

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    That was pretty good, but this would go in personal poetry.
    currently in my world of insanity and randomism

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    Welcome to the forums epervier

    I'm going to move this to the Personal Poetry section.
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    Oh who was right?
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    Writing like a true environmentalist.

    Great one Eper


    Quote Originally Posted by epervier
    The tree

    Split wood
    To the heart of the injured tree
    Magnitude of good aloi
    Of healthy ecore, well woven.

    Of a cutting axe cuts his sap
    Cry, cry in emotion
    The trunk bends then bursts
    To this choice assault.

    Split life
    The leafy drief one out arms
    The human master to the infinite one
    In his glory blinded.

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    I thank you of your commentaires

    Andre (épervier)

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    The old one

    The old one

    The old one bent pulls out his annonymat.
    It yells his divine misfortune, pains lost.
    Terrible extra, out-of-place word.
    The trembles of a body in his poor state.

    It advances the years in a despair.
    The tears flow of an impoverished sap.
    The soul extinguishes itself slowly of a jealousy.
    Hidden age among these penalties of an evening.

    Swaying of his latent body, nonchalant.
    A tasteless future, a little denies.
    Blind jouissance, distant look.

    A weak heart of a kindness terrified.
    The desire to like in a wonderful refrain.
    The serene hope of a praised word.

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