pale grey fingers [the first poem]

Pale grey fingers

weathered by the test of time

reaching out to touch the sky

before its time to say goodbye

My first poem that I ever wrote, at age six, about a tree. What a melodramatic kid, eh. 

© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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