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Decay
Tired limbs split from the hollow part
And fall to the forest floor
To be hidden by tear soaked leaves
And maybe something more
What inside me is different?
All things can be undone
Every leaf falls in the autumn
No tree ever touched the sun
Every piece of the forest
Reaches heavenward as one
But, like me, will find themselves hollow
No man ever touched the sun
I truly enjoyed this poem. The rhyme was lovely and seemed very natural, not strained at all. The overall effect was beautiful, rather wistful. You have a lot of talent.
great imagery... need to add a verse about the winter stillness... you weave around your reader very well... very polished eric