There it stands a child beneath
Forever he will lay underneath
Intertwined with its roots
His parents were such brutes
As nature takes its course
The willow protects his corpse
Shielded from the wind and rain
There shall be no more pain
With each passing storm
The willow keeps its form
Keeping safe a child misused
He never should've been abused
After the willow is no more
He will shrivel from the core
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Book of Poetry
PoezjaSo you've clicked on my book. thank you, it's my poetry, it's basically all sad because poetry is how I vent, if you love poetry take a read, my poems aren't too long. HAVE A WONDERFUL LIFE <3 P.S. My poems will probably be changing because I found...
