When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
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As if it were written to mark the passing of RBG. May this great tree have nurtured many saplings.
Just having experienced the death of my husband and best friend I find the last verse in particular gives me the strength to move on
RAGGEECAN YIY SADFGDSFSADSADSADSADSADSAD i like chicken with spicy fart juice
Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, as always a great poem. tony
That was a very good poem that in enjoyed. ton. i aslo like chicekn nugggets, in fact i am one.
This poem is good because I had to do a project on it for ELA.
That was….awsome