The queen sat alone by the shore,
The withered willow in her hand.
Her love was named a folklore,
Written with the willow branch on the sand.She longed to kiss her lover's lips
Under the longing willow tree;
When one day the willow branch slips-
And the love bound queen sets free.The willow tree gleamed with bliss-
As the dead eyes looked across the abyss.-Scar
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The Storm Within
PoetryThe Storm Within is the reflection of my inner mind. It is an escape from the realm of the living to the realm of feelings. It is a compilation of the chaos that silences the storms in my heart.