The willow tree
She sees and hears all things
As young and old
Seek refuge under her shade.
And willingly relinquish
Their many secrets to her
Those who need comfort
Are soothed by her
Drooping but soft branches.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
