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Hidden by a curtain of a
Weeping Willow
Secretly succumbing to her
torture
She cradles herself in her
own loving embrace
A shattered heart
Broken by golden dreams
Spoken by a silver tongued rouge
A trail of tears stain her red swollen
face
Eyes rimmed in pain
Shows the world her tattered soul
Taking these precious moments to
evaporate the hope
Her secluded world wraps around her
Enclosing her sorrow in a weeping veil
~Unknown
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The Weeping Willow
RandomThis is a short story/ origin myth about how the weeping willow came to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote this in 6th grade *WARNING* may be horrible
