The Trees

The tress they bleed

Nobody wants them

chop chop they are gone

I miss the trees

will my kids see the trees

Will they rember 

will they know

I won't risk it

I'll watch it grow I wont chop 

 Anymore

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miranda.k.2017.aguilar@gmail.com

It was fun, I just like writing poems.

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