Monday, April 1, 2019

Poem for the Day



PRISON

Spirit, born to catch starts in your branches
Spirit who longs for the touch of snow on your tree tops
Soul that hungers to sway with the strength of the wind
My heart cries to hear your silent wringing anguish
Writhing within a bonsai tree.
           Leela Ellis
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