Unnoticed Tree

January 10, 2015

Wiilow

Drooping branches low

Broken without repair

Saddened face, always looking

For what is never found

Standing all alone

No bird, nor rain, nor beam of light

Will ever land on me.

Dreaming of the day,

Where someone will notice.

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