Poems from tlazovski
Lush green, sturdy trunk,deep roots, predestined to thrive.Bit neglect, they die.
Many massive parts,large tubes, vessels, all for naught,sans tiny hili.
Looking at choices,considering pros and cons,as if it matters.
In this life, all areon their journey, but the end.Road to certain death.
Drop after a drop,a small pool accumulates.Sweet, yet metallic.