Branches of Life

The birch stretch its branches
Like veins
It looks naked and dead
This cold autumn day

When the spring comes again
The birch stretch its branches
Greeting the sun
Life running through its veins

Branches of Life

Kristine Themsen

Joined April 2008

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This poem belongs to my picture: Branches of Life

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