Metaphorical Trees

ACRIMONIOUS ACACIA Who gave that untamed beast the powerTo leave me with harrowing memories for life?Though battered and brokenBy his

A MISFIT MIRACLE “A misfit.”My ears bleed at these words.Tormented by them at noon and in the mornings,In the dark,

FROZEN LOTUS  Blessed souls they are – The roses and the grapevine. Lavish green gardens are their abode – How

‘G’ FOR GYPSOPHILIA, GRAY OR GRIEF? I have found myself soaked in countless shades – From shimmery pinks to blues