Twisted and twirled by the ghoulish wind
On the almost barren, haggard branches
Rags of leaves once vibrant and verdant
Mourning the memories of a swirling spring
Clinging to an aeon of bygone dreams
Etched and inked on the canvas of mind
Limp now perhaps once agile
Every now and then trying to rise
Bent, broken , browbeaten, bruised
Ravaged yet holding back hopes tight
And something more...d'you know what it is?
'Tis called the will to live, love life
In moments even of despair and doubt
On wings of fanciful delight
'N cooing the eternal song of rhyme
"See! I am still alive"
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