Elaney's Poetry

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Worth of a Friend

My Only Friend My only friend got hurt today, and I was useless to be of help. I could only be there to catch her, if all else failed to work. To guard against the hurting when one has been betrayed. But like a trooper in a storm she managed to be stayed. Come, the ending of the day, the sadness... Sign in to see full entry.

Poetry of a tree

Pale Skin The pale of her skin outlined with ashen grey, moves and sways, gently in the wind. Towering, above all others her gentility touches, embraces her own skin. She's magnificent, rooted in, stationary and permanent. She's there for all the world to see. Her exquisite beauty stands in awe to... Sign in to see full entry.

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