In silico

Deciduous leaves burn like Nero’s wilting garland, Your reckless trees bow down to my partly outstretched hand; It’s neck deep, retraction; why retaliate? It’s for your breath; promises they’d

Hi. My first thought was on the actual idea of the poem. It seemed the last few stanzas were focusing on you, and not the subject of the poem, her. ...

I like the irony. I'm not sure you should have this bit capitalized though. ….. the UNSUNG HERO It might look better if you ease into it with three ellipsis ...