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Tourtutred Reflecion, Collected Poems
2004-05-02 17:32:21 (UTC)

Weeping Willow

I am sat under the weeping willow,
It seemed only apt.
I clutch my books as if they were my love.
Written with my hand through my heart,
Shaded from the outside.
Voluntarily imprisoned by creativity.
Sky darkens as clouds creep in to turn it grey,
Like a wolf in the flock.

A single raindrop falls,
Hits the ground hard,
Suxked under by the earth.
Becomes now a part of the ground beneath me,and i know
what this means.
I can feel the storm brewing,I feel it in my blood.
I know the storm will destroy,
It scares and reightens me.
But excites me also,
For after,there will be so much calm.
And all will be well.




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