Laburnum

 

I fixed upon nature

The sounds of fact, or fable

As if some kind of staple

 

Missing out on lecture

 

It was a laburnum

 

Which i seeked,

 

As a chrysanthemum

 

That I watched breed.

 

 

Even though the laburnum, would lacerate

 

The soul plunders itself

 

The master, had conquered himself

 

Because of an inner abate...

 

All the emotion, abaft my room

 

I found alleviating, to feel anew.

 

Having a dollar store broom

 

That would clean the dusty dew.

 

I fixed upon nature

 

The sounds of fact, or fable

 

They had given me a label

 

Because I could nurture...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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