Down by the corner, stands a twisted, weeping willow
It's leaves as soft as a woven silk pillow
The tree seems to weep, almost seems to cry
In it's branches are baby sparrows just learning to fly
Their mothers and fathers, nestled between the stringy leaves
Cursed gold buried long ago beneath it's roots by ancient thieves
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Hidden Meanings (✔)
PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...
