Treasure Island

Eloida Capuno


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Driftwood


The fledgling bush
grew into a tree
not without
birth pains
twigs outstretched
its leaves spread
with pride
the world watched
for its downfall
from hurricane of woes

the now mighty tree
survived not without
scars; until its golden
hair turned into brown
age caught up
leaves wilted
its body gave in
no longer proud

in the river by the
bank of its childhood
a driftwood floats
to nowhere

Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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