Beautiful Willow
I stay still
Still as ice
Waiting,
On the wind
To tickle my face
My hair brushes the grass
The wind gets stronger
I get stronger
They compare me to a willow
As in a willow tree
Strong but light
The wind moves its branches
And light shines through its leaves
I cannot compare anything more beautiful, then a willow
I try again and again but always fail
The wind hitting its branches,
The light shining on its leaves,
Who dare compare a willow to my ghastly face?
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PoetryThis is my book of darker poems. Ranging form questioning God, to bullying in school and more. Please read and comment. :)
