On my body, a tree with broken branches,

Birds of withered feathers build their nests.

I myself am a trunk bent with hallows,

Expecting with fear to fall down at any moment.



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12 responses to “FOREBODING

  1. Sometimes you just feel so fragile that any breeze could knock you down….wonderful poem…just wonderful

  2. David, you are a “dangerous” reader 🙂 Just thank you!

  3. Mr. Adventurer, it is just a poem. I appreciate your “fear” 🙂

  4. Your poems are beautiful. I can definitely relate to this!

  5. Strong but so delicate. Very nice.

  6. Thank you for your voice Ms. Silently 🙂 It is very strong for me, and I am happy to hear it!!!

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