The Oak
I have a Oak Tree tall and old.
As wind howls the leaves and acorns swift through the wind as if they were mocking jays souring through the wind...
Last Breath
I have been shot
As I lay here
I start to rot
My body is needing
My eyes are closing
My breathing is slowing down
My heart stop
Tis my breath to it I breathes last
~Maygen
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