The willows whistle in the wind,
As I gaze up at the night sky.
The leaves they blow down on the street,
As they detach themselves from their trees.
No one seems to be around,
As the wind howls it's way around town.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoesíaA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
