Beneath the moon's soft glow,
Stands a weeping willow, all alone.
Its branches sway with sorrow's tide,
As tears fall gently from its hide.
In the whispers of the wind,
The weeping willow finds solace within.
It shares its secrets with the night,
A guardian of darkness, a symbol of plight.
Through seasons of loss and pain,
The weeping willow remains unchanged.
Its roots dig deep into the earth's embrace,
A testament to resilience and grace.
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Poetry collection
Poesíacollection of some of my original poems dark, deep, joy filled, sorrowful and so on hope you enjoy.
