The willow of hope

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by ImaginationH

by ImaginationH

Under the willow of hope, I lay down in despair.

Behind their headgear, inquisitee and scorn, they stare

I write down my prose with the help of the sun,

He tells me secrets. I cannot display, we go on a run.

The wind rings and falling down the tree, the leaves

Red, brown or yellow set me to be free.

White coat on the shoulders, the silent songs

Tells me it's time to go. I did nothing wrong.

Crimson clover blooms, and red lips kisses

I begin again.

Lilly, 09/03/2024