The weeping willow tree

I'm sitting under the willow tree
The slow moving breeze,
Rustle of leaves,
Raven's singing lullaby
I close my eyes and I feel
the depth of silence,
grief of my pain
The heart inside me is somewhere bleeding in the dark
Tears that dried has left beautiful mark on my face
Humanity and love of human doesn't exist anymore,
But animality, love of an animal and nature has never forget it's essence,
now i see far as i can and no human is around me Which gives me a relief
Peacefully I'm sitting under the tree and this willow tree is weeping with my soul

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