A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Monday, March 28, 2011
My seed
I wished for you
To germinate,
To sprout,
To grow,
To become
My Fruit.
You became
Instead
Swept away;
Perished.
And I wept,
For wishes
That don't
Come true.
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