Poetree: Tree Of Words I

Casts bright shadows,
Cherishing sweet fruits of wit,
Roots irrigated by wet inks,
On it are branches functioning as mary jane,
Elevating thoughts from dismay,
Boiling blood of the hand that scribbles its elegance,
Its leaves observed under the microscope of the heart

by Ignatius Wright

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wow, great poem. This is just what I was looking for, to use in a project. This is a great example of how the rwandan genocide effected some people more than others. Great work, thanks for sharing -Nick Oldberg