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I am just a leaf of an Oak.
The sun’s what I soak.
I’ll never provoke
An attack on me
Or my fellow leaves
They should leave us be.
However,
The wind always blows
Up to heads, down to toes,
We break and we bow.
And the evergreens just watch,
As they hide every notch
Which will fall off from rot.
And the flowers just meddle,
Simply fixing their petals,
So someone will settle
To pick him and not her
As a gift to a lover
But the oak’s leaves still stir
From the wind that blows under,
With the rain and the thunder.
This attack is no blunder.
But behind the clouds lies the sun,
He who promised to never shun,
He who’s job is never done,
Gives all his force,
Straight from the source
To dispose of remorse.
He illuminates the flowers.
The evergreens become empowered,
And the Oaks, still fight against the wind.
- by Clairvoyant Clementine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/17/2008 |
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- Title: The Oak
- Artist: Clairvoyant Clementine
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Description:
As for inspiration, simply the ignorance of society.
I don't want to give away the symbolizm, so if you don't get it, just message me. - Date: 07/17/2008
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Neutrality in Decency - 07/18/2008
- nice poem, joey biggrin
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- N O S N A S - 07/17/2008
- WOOT JOE! I heart your poetry. English class twas teh shiz.
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