The Willow Tree


I hear her weep, so subtle and sad
In her kingdom of isolation she is the queen
Her eyes filled with sorrow and lost hopes,dreams,memories of home
She wants to be able to love again as she looks up at the sky
But no one will Never see who she truly is
Each and every scar has a story, Just like my eyes of course!
daddy would say
But now Willow, she just sits in her old empty house praying.
She sees the moon shine on this tree, What is this?
Each foot step "pit-pat" "pit-pat" ever so softly
She finally realized that, she isn't a person..
She was dreaming all along..She is The willow Tree

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