TREE

For some time now

Maybe some months or even

Half a year

She told me that she’d rather

Like a black tree.

A black tree.

Since ‘I’m black in Blue’

Goes a song of blues

I’ve listened to.

For the late hours of a Tuesday

When the last week to X-mas

Rushes along

Just like an all-night session

Of art.

Love.

Expectations.

A total sacrifice for one’s love

Of the arts.

Body and Soul.

Soul and the Mind.

Mind and physical exertion

For some time now lasting

Maybe for another year.

Song.gnoS of

Tree.eerT.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

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