a weeping willow's roots run deep
into the soil with promises to keep.
she sways with sorrow,
but may not sleep.
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~ A.W.
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Spilled Moonlight
Poetry"I took a swig of moonlight and swayed with the stars" A collection of poems, short letters, and quotes. Delicately laced with stardust and woven together in the hours of the moon. Each differently sculpted, for the moon's silver drops had someth...
