Your Tribe
The scent of the trees
The death of the leaves
Amber and crestfallen
Seeping in the rain
Water by the forest
The sound of life is faint
Drowned and suppressed
To linger in the snow
Lost, I wander no sense of direction
Cross the lines, circle the path
Hesitate and linger
For a life that will not last
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXAX XXXX AXXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 289 |
Words | 58 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
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