She was the forgotten branch
of the family tree,
broken, discarded, from the
luscious evergreen.
Trampled upon by the
walking masses, ignored
and unseen by the
morning sun.
Oh, give her back her life,
once thriving and
alive.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
She was the forgotten branch
of the family tree,
broken, discarded, from the
luscious evergreen.
Trampled upon by the
walking masses, ignored
and unseen by the
morning sun.
Oh, give her back her life,
once thriving and
alive.
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