there's a willow tree whispering beside me
(that's strange, she usually sings a song)
she rises and falls in a cascade all at once
and with each brush of the breeze i hear her
"i am one thing that bears no fruit,
with no harvest or gain
i whimper in the winter times
and then grow old on a spring day
but i am here and here i stay"
"but you sing for me" i contend
"i do not sing, i am only shaken
i answer to the wind, but do not follow it
i am in its tide and am swept to sea
that is the nature of which governs me"
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
