Poetry / The Daily Post Poetry

Roots

Amoungst the shadows of summer,
young lovers whisper atop of
the old oak tree.

As the leaves sing with gleeful
colors of yellow and red,
they depart in their wake.

Who once were young lovers yearning —
for that moment of faded love
and sweet harmony echos within
the old oak tree roots.

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