Showing sad poems for tag "oak"

The Approaching Night

CrystalWolfTear

I stood by you as you lay
Dying, you wont live another day
It was hard for me to Understand
And this is now where i stand

Wind whispers through the last leaves
Half bare, stand the oak trees
And this i won't understand
Because this is where you stand

Will you try to remember?
Or will you just surrender?
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