Once the trumpet sound,
her branches laid barren,
with scattered soldiers
in the wind marching for
victory. The rain came in
laid her amber, rust wet
armor before the tree.
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Once the trumpet sound, armor before the tree. Author notesQuickies-30 words A contest entry
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