And as the strong winds flew by
Skin was torn from the willow tree
Only to descend down to the soil
Each piece of flesh quietly whispering
Whispering to earth it's passionate love.
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Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
