Saturday, December 14, 2013

The Blue Tree

 

She was angry with me,
She made her lover insult me.
She was jealous of what I do,
She complained it seriously, to many of you.
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She kept the madness and fears,
She allowed the wrath to grow.
I showered her blue tree with tolerance and smiles,
And sent forgiveness to her deceitful wiles.
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But the blue tree keeps growing,
Things don't look glory or glowing.
She beholds the harmful tree shine,
I'm glad the tree is NOT mine.
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Then into the garden stole,
When the evening has masked the pole,
I'm pleased to see,
I have outstretched beneath this blue tree.
 
 
 
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